scribbles of love

The End

2010-10-01T20:07:00.000-07:00

Bailey took a deep breath as Mrs.Jonas zippered up the back of her bright, white wedding gown. The silky material hugged her chest, down her torso and then flowing out at her hips. The dress was strapless, showing off the curves of her toned neck and collar bone. She wasn't wearing a single necklace, due to the fact that she really didn't need one. Her long, dark blonde hair was pulled backward in medium-sized ringlets, resting on her tanned back as she played with the engagement ring on her finger. She could already feel her freshly made-up eyes beginning to water as she thought about what would be happening within minutes. She was about to marry the love of her life.

"Aww. You look so adorable." Mrs.Jonas smiled after taking a step back to view her final piece. -She had been with Bailey the entire day, helping her with her hair, her make-up, her dress. She was treating her as if she were her own daughter, due to the fact that her own mother wasn't able to fly in to Cali until that day. Mrs.Jonas instantly stepped in, knowing that since she'd be her official daughter-in-law anyway, why not step in and play the role when she needed.

"I'm so nervous." Bailey shook her hands in front of her, beginning to slowly pace in front of the full length mirror in the side room of the hall where the wedding reception was going to be. The ceremony was being held outside of the hall itself out on the large, simply decorated terrace.

"Sweetie, there's no need to be nervous! You just half to walk down there and claim the man you love. It's quite simple." she replied, making it sound a lot easier than Bailey knew it would be.

"Knowing me, I'll be half-way down the isle and end up clipping my heel and face planting into the white carpet." Just after she said that, Bailey's ankle buckled from her pacing, causing her to grab a hold of the armchair that was nearby to regain her balance. "See?!" she cried.

"If you're making this hard on yourself, who knows how Joseph is doing." Mrs.Jonas sighed, still sighing at how beautiful her soon-to-be daughter-in-law looked.

- - - - -

"Dude, your hair is starting to curl." Nick hissed behind Joe, standing off behind him up at the alter. He turned around to glare at him. "Woah man, lighten up! This is supposed to be the happiest day of your life."

"And it would be if you would shut up." Joe mumbled to him through gritted teeth, then turned around to see the priest staring him down. He forced a toothy smile at his disturbed expression, then looked away.

"You need to take a breather." he listened to Kevin's voice that was only a foot further from Nick's. "You look like you're going to fall over. -Just take deep breaths."

Joe nodded, not even bothering to turn to look at his brothers. He couldn't. He was having issues just standing there himself. If he looked back at them, he was bound to have a freak-out. Seeing the endless rows of people sitting in front of him, staring straight up at the alter were overwhelming. Even standing inches away from the priest, Joe felt like disappearing. -As much as Joe wanted to marry the girl of his dreams, he wished it didn't have to be a public announcement. Yet, he was going through with it so he could have the girl of his dreams.

Right then, the music started. Listening as the Grand Piano began started playing a simple, wedding-type song, the people in their seats turned to see little Frankie making his way down the isle with a little pillow on his hand; one that consisted of the two wedding bands. (Yeah, it wasn't a typical wedding procedure, but the Jonas' & Bailey weren't your typical group of people either.)

Joe's throat then closed up as the familiar tune of 'Here Comes the Bride' began to fill his ears. The melody played for a few moments as everyone began to stand, turning towards the end of the white carpet that was rolled out towards the doorway of the hall that exited out onto the terrace. Joe uncontrollably inhaled a sharp gasp of air as she saw Bailey in the doorway, a bouquet in her hands. At that moment, he was surprised that his legs hadn't given out on him.

Watching as she slowly stepped towards him, down the walkway, Joe's lips were curled into a smile. His eyes beginning to water out of joy, he kept telling himself that he wasn't allowed to cry until afterwards. He was finally getting married.

Once Bailey reached the alter, she stopped and turned towards Joe after handing off her flowers to Sarah who was standing in her bridesmaid gown off behind her. Bailey then reached out and held onto Joe soft, warm hands; his grasp holding onto her own. He could easily see the extra glisten of wetness on her baby blue eyes. It was truly happening.

Listening as the priest went on and on and on about marriage, Joe nor Bailey really comprehended a word that left his mouth. They were too busy gawking at each other, taking in one another's beauty and passion. -If it wasn't for the priest addressing Joe by name, he probably would've ignored him, not breaking his stare with his fiancé.

Informing him of the specific vowels he was due to repeat, the man nodded as Joe began. He saw Bailey's lip slightly quiver as he spoke. He almost started crying himself. Towards the end, his voice cracked before he ended his wedding proposal. Bailey grinned with an 'I do' before repeating her own part, trying to keep her hand still as they begged to shake in Joe's grasp. Barely even finishing her statement, a tear slipped from her eye as she listened to his smooth voice reply; I do.

The entire time, even though the two hadn't noticed, their family and friends were in their seats with their eyes glued to them. Admiring the fact that they were truly in love with one another, more guests were teary eyed than hard-faced; and that was saying a lot when Bailey's dad was one of the ones wiping his eyes. In the end, everyone was there to support them, giving the entire ceremony the best vibe anyone could ever provide.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." the priest smiled, watching as Bailey and Joe stepped towards each other, connecting their lips as everyone else began to clap; standing from their seats as a few people here and there whistled.

It wasn't too long before the entire crowd migrated into the hall, instantly heading to the buffet and open bar. Actually, make that a couple buffets and several bars. The newlyweds Bailey & Joe Jonas sure knew how to serve their guests. -Well, really, it was all down to Mr. and Mrs.Jonas and Bailey's parents. Joe and Bails themselves were absolutely clueless when it came to counting the people invited, putting together the menus and setting up the bars; which they were both legally able to drink at that point.

"Alright, who's up for a drink?" Bailey grinned, turning to the large table where the groom's best men and Sarah sat. Joe instantly shot up to his wife's side.

"I shall assist you, my dear." his cheesily kissed the top of her hand before leading her to the bar, fingers intertwined and smiles on their faces.

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"And that, little dude, is how you were made." Joe stated, his large arm draped around the tiny shoulders of his five-year-old son.

"Joseph, don't tell him that!" Bailey hissed, hitting him in the leg as he began to laugh.

"I was made at a bar?" the tiny boy asked, looking up from where he was playing with Joe's large, obnoxious gold watch.

"See what you taught him?" she chuckled, then connected her eyes with her son's. "Blake, your daddy is just a big stupid head. Never listen to him, okay?" she asked, watching her son grin and nod wildly.

"Hey hey hey, no fair!" Joe exclaimed, looking over at him. He could help but grin as his ruffled his boy's shirt hair, completely messing up his little fauxhawk he had going on.

"Mommy, I'm tired." their son, Blake, stated after pulling away from Joe and crawling onto Bailey's lap. She glanced at the giant clock across her and Joe's living room; it was 9pm, wayyyy past his bedtime.

Standing and grabbing his hand, Bailey causally led her son upstairs before tucking him in goodnight. Making her way back downstairs, she took her place by her husband's side on the couch.

"Told you we'd make cute babies." Joe mumbled into her neck, his arm wrapping around her waist. For once, he didn't object; they finally had the perfect little family.

2010-10-01T20:06:00.000-07:00

The Jonas family, including Bailey who had been basically adopted into the family since she first started assisting them when she was 17, were only about halfway through their Christmas Eve dinner. Mrs.Jonas had proudly perfected the ham that she had practiced baking a week and a half prior, and Mr.Jonas was anxious to pop the cork on his favorite white wine. Sitting around the large, rectangular table, Papa J was at one end with Momma at the other. On one long side, starting with Frankie closest to his mother, were Bailey and Joe. Then across from the cute pair was Kevin, and then Nick on his left closest to their mother.

The whole table has pretty much slowed down eating and had almost consumed their second servings. Momma J certainly knew how to cook. Since the band had faded out a bit, she was lucky to be home sweet home with her family all together. Everyone definitely enjoyed it a lot better than being cramped on a moving tour bus, trying to keep the peace with all the distractions.

"You know. . ." Mrs.Jonas began, her eyes averted downward as she set down her fork. The entire table knew that there was something on her mind. She only started 'important' conversations with 'You know.' Everyone knew that it was going to be good, and that it had to have been something that had been on her mind for quite a while. "- I knew I had good kids, but I didn't know they were this good." she continued, receiving a few lost expressions from her random statement. The table waited for her to redeem herself. "Well, I mean, raising you boys and guiding you with good morals has really paid off. -You aren't in the news for smoking marijuana before shows, letting provocative photos leak on the internet. -I'm really proud of you guys. -And Bailey, you too."

The feminine blue eyes looked up from the white table cloth and to the right to look at Mrs.Jonas, her eyes smiling sincerely. Bailey hadn't really expected that comment. Joe and Kevin were blowing a bit too, even more appreciative that their mother was expressing herself freely in front of the family. Nick on the other hand, knew she what his mother was getting at. An uneasy feeling erupted in his stomach as he thought of the former friend she was knowingly referring to.

"I'm being really serious." their mother carried .. hearing about Miley in the news yesterday, - "

"Mom." Nick sighed, avoiding eye contact with her. Even though he was now 18, everyone still seemed to refer back to him when the latest Miley scandal unfolded. They hadn't dated, let alone been friends, in years. It was easily aggravating to still be linked to her. He knew that his mother was aware that he had full moved on, it still stung to hear about her. I mean, at one point, he did care for her.

"-I'm sorry sweetie. I just can't get over the fact that she might be pregnant. -That young girl, exposed to all the Hollywood perks and drags at such a young age. . .This sounds bad, but it makes me feel a thousand times better knowing that my boys, and adopted daughter, aren't running around doing bad things and having sex."

The water that was on it's was down Bailey's throat magically froze and shot back up to her mouth, her hand instantly moving to cover it. Joe's steel fork hit his porcelain plate as it slipped from his fingers; Kevin began to cough as if something he had just swallowed went 'down the wrong tube'. Nick just froze.

Ironically enough, their parents didn't know about the fact that Joe had lost his purity when he was 18. Of course Joe and the others didn't like lying to their parents, but they didn't want to break their hearts either; or end up on the front page next to Miley. There was no choice but to continue to hold that little secret.

"What's going on?" Mrs.Jonas finally asked. Every single person at the table knew that she wasn't stupid. Someone had to think of something fast.

"Oh, I just -" Bailey's mind raced, her heart quickly picking up the pace. She could only imagine what she'd say if she found out that she had sex with her son before marriage. "-I hadn't heard that Miley might be pregnant. It's kind of surprising." she lied, thanking God for that little bit of her acting talent to kick in. Funny thing is, Bailey was one of the first to hear about the Miley/Preggers thing, but she could've cared less if it was really true or not. That was the price to pay in Hollywood.

All Mrs.Jonas did was sigh and shake her head, obviously still not believing the news herself. "She was such a sweet girl. . ." her eyes shifted downward, Bailey glancing up worriedly over at Nick and Kevin; looking over at Joe would've been too risky. If their mother found out about what they did, they're be in the shit-hole for life.

"Well, that was a delicious dinner, Mother Dearest." Frankie beamed next to her. She looked up and smiled as the rest of the table let the relieve wave over their bodies. Thank you, Frankie.

"Wow, he doesn't take up after Joseph at all." Nick chuckled before the rest of the family joined in as referred to his youngest brother's brown nosing. He didn't care; he was just glad that the tension was eased a bit.

"Actually, Joe would've said something like, 'Mommy, dinner was really really really yummy.' -instead of using 'big' words such as delicious. Looks like the Tank is a few leaps ahead." Bailey laughed for a split second before everyone else joined in. Joe's distinct laugh filled her left ear as she felt his hand lightly squeeze her thigh from under the table. Her hand instinctively made it's way to his.

A few moments passed as a majority of the family filed out into the living room. "Can I open on? Frankie pleaded. "Please please please?" the 10 year old jumped around in front of the Christmas tree. Bailey plopped down on the floor beside the couch as Mr. and Mrs.Jonas and Nick took up most of the space. Joe and Kevin were still in the kitchen.

"I supposed we could all open one tonight." Mrs.Jonas caved, loving the mood and bright auras that filled her home; she didn't want to ruin them. It was only Christmas Eve, one gift wouldn't hurt. At the sound of his mother's words, Frankie's excitement seemed to sky rocket a few more levels. "-But, you have to pass out one gift to everyone else first." You could see his face drop, then spike back up as he darted down to the floor beneath the tree.

"I'll go get the other children." Bailey chuckled, getting up from the floor after seeing Mrs.J's warm smile.

Adjusting the tie on her dark, plaid PJ pants, she began walking towards the kitchen before re-doing the messy bun on the top of her head. She began to speak once her feet hit the cold kitchen floor.

"Hey sweet cheeks." she grinned, seeing Joe's back facing her. Kevin stood in front of him. By the expression on his face, she could tell that she interrupted something. She had every intention of turning around and quickly leaving until Joe spun around to face her. Once their eyes connected, his widened, then glanced down at what was in his hand. Bailey froze.

"Merry Christmas?" Joe's voice was questionable, but his lips revealed a toothy grin. Bailey went to speak, but she heard Frankie's monstroserous footsteps. Within seconds, his high voice echoed in the kitchen.

"Joe! That was my present to Bailey!" he shrieked, stomping over to the new, lime green gecko.

"Franki, I had to save him! You shoved him in the shoe box and wrapped it in paper; without holes!" Joe exclaimed in response, his voice sounding thoughtful and rehearsed.

"Liar! -You were creeping!" Frankie yelled.

"Um. . .you mean peaking? Or maybe, peeping?" Bailey asked, wanting to laugh.

"Yeah! Peeping!" he continued.

"Ok, ok." Bailey put her hands up, trying to somewhat quiet things, looking back and forth between the brothers. "Where's the shoebox? We can just add some holes, put him back in there, and everything will be alright. -Ok, Frankie?" she asked, then received a simple nod. Noticing the shoe box on the kitchen counter that clearly had a name tag reading "GODZILLA", Bailey made her way over there and flipped the lid open, gasping at the sight before her.

Staring down at the tiny box that was flipped open, a single diamond ring glistened up at her. Her nose began to burn as she felt a body step up behind her.

"Will you marry me?"

2010-10-01T20:03:00.000-07:00

The air was frigid and the ground was white. The sun was bright, yet the flakes maintained their form. Driveways throughout the Wyckoff neighborhood were occupied as smoke exited from the chimneys and into the baby blue sky. It was a gorgeous day for the end of December.

The spacious Jonas household, for the most part, was calm. Kevin and Nick were in the basement messing around with a few tunes, Mr. and Mrs.Jonas were socializing in the warm kitchen as a honey ham backed in the oven. Bailey was playing with Frankie upstairs in his bedroom while Joe lounged on the couch in the living room, an X-Box 306 controller in his hands.

"Kill me again, Garbo, and I quit." Joe spoke into his X-Box Live mic. He listened as Garbo laughed in his own headset from a few towns over. "I'm freaking serious."

Within seconds, consistent gunshots from Halo 5 echoed in his ears. Groaning in frustration, Joe snatched off his headset and slammed it into the couch before jolting up and turning the game console off, completely overreacting for his age of 21. Garbo always knew how to get to him, and he seemed to enjoy every moment of it. It was then when Joe heard a pair of feet quickly clomp down the stairs. He knew that sound from anywhere. It was Mommy's little monster.

"Hey Frankie." Joe called out before listening to him run past the opening of the living room. "Wanna play with me?"

"Can't." he exclaimed without hesitation, almost out of his brother's earshot.

"Why not?!" Joe spat in surprise, his mind pondering as to why he had just been rejected by his 10-year-old brother.

"Bailey's taking me sledding." Frankie replied a few moments after receiving his mother's permission from the kitchen.

"-And you'd rather go with her than keep your own flesh and blood company?" he questioned, his tone saddening on queue.

"Yep." Frankie nodded instantly as he hurried back to the stairs. He heard an angry groan from Joe. "-Hey, it's not my fault she's cooler than you." He smirked before finally disappearing.

"Oh yeah!?" he shouted in return, pausing for a moment before snatching up the remote to the TV. He then breathed out, his voice low. "Whatever."

It was then when another set of footsteps were heard; soft, yet, distinct. He could already smell her perfume.

"Hey, Boo." Bailey smiled over at Joe after sinking into the couch at his side. "Garbo t-bag you again?"

"I am not speaking to you." He informed stubbornly, keeping his stare ahead at the television screen and causing Bailey to roll her eyes.

"So, you coming with me and the Tank?" she asked, ignoring his little attitude.

"I do not take part in such childish activities." He turned up his nose before Bailey punched him in the thigh, causing him to laugh and lean his body to the side and into her own. "Just kidding." He cooed, transitioning from his little arrogant act and into his normal, fun-loving self. "-But no, I can't go. I've gotta run out for my mom and pick her up a few things." He informed, remembering that he did have something to do.

"Bummer." She sighed before pushing his shaggy head off her shoulder. "I was looking forward to going out and fooling around, only to come back inside from the freezing cold and cuddling with you while downing a few mugs of hot chocolate." She began, her voice softening with every word that dripped from her tongue. Quickly, she stood from the couch and perked up, killing the cute little atmosphere that her simple words created. "Guess not." Bailey watched as Joe's mind began to turn.

"-Tempting, but. . .Momma wins. She's been on my case for a few days now about it." He reluctantly stated, almost forgetting about his plans and going with her. "Where are you going?" he questioned, sounding a bit hurt as she proceeded to walk away from him.

"To put on my swooshy pants and snow boots, duh." She replied, almost laughing at her self as to how much of a kid she felt like.

"You'd rather go sledding with a smelly 10-year-old than bum it here with me on the warm, fuzzy couch?" Joe asked, his body now turned on the cushion to he could face her in the doorway.

"Hmm." Bailey paused, then put one hand, palm up, at her shoulder level. "Sledding?" Her other hand then flipped palm up at her bellybutton, as if it were an imaginary scale weighing out her choices. "-Or Joe Jonas?" she then shook her hand that was higher in the air. "Sledding wins." She grinned, satisfied with her boyfriend's dropped jaw. "Have fun picking up stuff for you mom!" she commented before leaving Joe on the couch. She made sure to keep her laughter in until she got up to her room.

- - - - -

"You really love her, don't you?" Kevin asked out loud, his eyes watching his younger brother as he stared down into the glistening, glass casing. The glow from the display reflected off Joe's face as he drew his eyes away from the tiny, expensive items below him. His gaze said it all. "Ok." Kevin chuckled, withdrawing his question and making his way to his brother's side.

"Which do you like better?" Joe began pointing to two engagement rings beneath the glass. "The one on the top left, or on the far bottom right?" he glanced up at Kevin as he awaited his opinion.

"Hmm. . .Maybe. . .The bottom right. It's beautiful." He stated, the freshly cut diamond captivating his stare.

"Eh." Joe muttered, re-attracting his attention to the case and gazing down at the angelic object. "It's too bulky. –Bails wouldn't want it to blind someone a mile away. I like the other one better."

"Then why'd you even ask me what I thought?" Kevin laughed in response, causing Joe to give a silent shrug. For once in a long time, he didn't have anything to say. Knowing that this was a huge thing for his brother, he knew not to say anything negative. "It won't matter any way; she'll love whatever you pick out. Hell, it could be a 25 cent ring rrom outside of the Chinese restaurant down the road and she'd love it."

"I could see you giving your girl a ring-pop as an engagement ring." Joe let out a soft laugh, only half of his mind paying attention to reality. He saw Kevin nod in agreement from the corner of his eye. "I don't know, man." He breathed out, thinking over and over again what to get. "This is going to be like, the second biggest thing ever."

"Second?" Kevin questioned, making a weird face. "What's first?" Joe glanced over at his brother, held onto his stare for a moment, then looked away. He had absolutely no intention of explaining it to him. "In the order of big things, all I can think about is that you fall in love, get engaged, get married, then. . ." Kevin trailed off, his eyes falling down to the top of the glass where Joe's hands rested, his purity ring sparkling in the light. He went silent as Joe slowly turned his head. "You didn't." his voice softened to a slight gasp.

"You're quick there, Sherlock." Joe stated, keeping a stern face. As much as he wanted to laugh at how slow his oldest brother was, he couldn't. He was too nerve wrecked to even crack a smile.

"You mean to tell me that you and Bails already did it?" Kevin questioned, his voice low so the other people browsing in the jewelry store wouldn't hear. Joe flickered his eyebrows over at him, not even bothering to confirm. "No way." He hissed in disbelief.

"Dude, do you even know how long it's been?" Joe questioned, surprised at how much Kevin had 'missed'. "-Remember that big thing I did for her 18th birthday?"

"OhmyGod." Kevin exhaled, looking away, feeling a slight bit of embarrassment. "I can't believe you caved before me." Joe cackled at his comment. "I'm assuming mom doesn't know?"

"Are you kidding? I wouldn't be breathing right now if she did."

"All I can say is. . .wow." Kevin chuckled before scratching his forehead. "-In that case, we shouldn't be shopping for a ring. There's a Victoria's Secret down the road."

2010-10-01T20:01:00.000-07:00

Bailey glanced around the bare room, her suitcases by her heels and her hands on her hips. Her thoughts of Joe's weird attitude were then interrupted by a knock at the door. She then made her way to the dull frame and pulled it open. Her eyes widening at the sight before her, she stepped out of the doorway for the trio to pass. Walking into the room with a purple, masseuse table, towels, and a duffle bag, an Asian woman entered. On her heels was her make-up/hairdresser from 'Traffic Jam', Kathy, along with a younger girl who looked just like her, except about 20 years younger.

Within moments, the massage bench was set up, the young girl had a nail kit open and ready to go, and Kathy was already unwrapping her hairdryer and plugging in her hair rollers.

"Ready to get to work?" Kathy grinned over at Bailey's expressionless face. "Oh, c'mon sweetie. This is nothing new. -Oh, Bails, this is Sue Yung, she's going to help get rid of all that tension inside of you, along with that ugly face you're giving me right now. And then this is my daughter Sami, she'll help make those things you call nails all pretty and prepped up." she finished with as much enthusiasm as she had started with. A little taken a back by everything being shot at her all at once, Bailey just stood there, eyeing the three females.

"You famous mow. You stressful. I help relieve." Sue nodded in Bailey's direction, then waved for her to lay on the bench before her. After a moment, she finally came to her senses. Bailey gave up on the mental battle she was losing herself to and approached the cushioned bench. Lifting a leg over and then pulling her body onto the purple material, Bailey peeked her head over the edge and rested her face in the circular piece. Within a few seconds, she felt Sue's hands on her shoulders, then her thumbs digging into her flesh. "Wow. You ver tense." all Bailey responded with was a simple groan as her eyes slowly began to close. "I fix."

"So, um. . ." she listened as Kathy tried to think of a conversation starter. "I brought Sami with me; she's a big fan!"

"Hey Sami." Bailey's voice was pointed downward through the headpiece of the massage table, her hand coming up to her side as she gave a little half-assed wave.

"Hi." she heard Sami reply before listening as a few nail polish bottles clinked together.

"Speaking of fans, how's your number one?" Kathy began, smiling as she brushed the back of her hand on the hair roller case to feel the heat.

"What, my mom?" Bailey questioned.

"No, no." Kathy laughed. "Joe." a tiny smile appeared on her lips as she waited the young lover's response.

"Ugh." was all she responded with, obviously not wanting to talk about him. "This feels really good." Bailey muttered, her eyes still shut as Sue continued massaging her back.

"So, does he have anything planned for tonight?" Sami questioned, causing both Sue and Kathy to glare over at her as if she had said something scared. "I-I mean, so, what are you doing tonight? For the big eighteen." she covered up.

"I have no frikkin' idea." Bailey blurted out. "-But Joe's really pissing me off."

"Oh?" Kathy questioned, even though at this point she knew everything that was going on. She expected Bailey to be a little moody and house a sour attitude, but she didn't expect this little 'plan' to get to her that much.

"It's been over a week and I've been missing him like crazy. Then, we get here and he just dumps me here with you guys, -no offense, and to be honest, all I want to do is just spend time with him wearing a pair of sweats, hair a mess, with a box of pizza in a hotel room or something. Nothing fancy."

"You hush now. Enjoy massage. Stop the whine." Sue ordered. "We prep for good night. No worry." Bailey smiled to the floor at her broken English and finally began to relax a little.

"But still. . ." she continued, her mind cranking as she thought things over once again. Taking a deep breath, she interrupted the massage and rolled over, her hand digging in the pocket of her jeans for her cell phone. "I'm calling him. I can't go without talking to him." she stated, her eyes focused down on her phone as the other three exchanged worried glances.

- - - - -

"Don't answer it." Bobby ordered as Joe pulled out his vibrating cell phone. Glancing up at the dark, spiky haired boy from across the table in a small café in Miami, he reluctantly obeyed and placed his phone on the table as Bailey's named blinked across the screen.

"You know, I'm beginning to have second thoughts about this crap." Joe spat once the phone seized all movement. All he wanted to do was see and talk to Bailey, but for the entire afternoon he was kept from doing so.

"You know, so am I." Bobby stated before Joe nodded, somewhat glad that he seemed to agree. "You're so stubborn, it's unreal. -You're just like her, you know."

"Hey!" Joe exclaimed, obviously not expecting him to take that route.

"When you asked for a favor, you said to do whatever I needed to get things to work. This little emo bullshit is keeping me from going that."

"Oh my God, you're so gay." Joe huffed in defeat, knowing that his 'queer eye' for this 'romantic' plan was going to turn out perfect, even if he had to do everything he was told.

"I know this?" Bobby questioned in confusion with an unsure chuckle. He had 'come out' only weeks after the 'Traffic Jam' premiere, breaking thousands of little girls' hearts across the US. Joe knew he was

"Well, I hate to admit it, and I don't mean to offend you. . .but, you sound like a chick, dude." Joe made a weird face after listening to his own comment.

"Yeah, well. . .shuttup, and c'mon. We've got to get going. We don't want to be running late." Bobby stated, picking up his coffee cup and his scrunched up napkin as Joe kicked out his steel chair.

- - - - -

"I feel so relaxed, it's unbelievable." Bailey sighed back into the cushioned armchair. Her hands relaxed on the arm rests as Sami applied a 2nd coat of an aqua blue to her toenails. Bringing her wet fingers to her lips, Bailey softly blew on them to quicken the drying process as Kathy primped her hair from behind.

"I thought you didn't really care for the 'curly' look?" Kathy questioned as she carefully took a large, warm roller out of Bailey's dark blonde hair.

"I don't, really. . .but Joe likes it." she replied simply, shrugging her shoulders.

"Aw." she smiled in return as a squeak echoed in the room.

"Ew, there be mice?" Sue exclaimed, utter confusion and disgust taking over her face as she looked up from the magazine she was flipping through.

"No, no." Bailey laughed from her chair. "It was my phone. New text." she nodded towards her phone that was on the end table a yard or two away from her as Sami screwed the brush back into the nail polish bottle. Not expecting Kathy to retrieve it, Bailey felt a little bad. She was beginning to feel like a Pre-Madonna, but it wasn't her fault. They insisted on making every little move for her. After flipping her cell open with her palm, her eyes scrunched in confusion. "Weird. . .it's from a restricted number." she muttered, then read the text out loud.

"go look in the bathroom.
-Private"

"Looks like you have a little stalker." Sami commented, flicking her eyebrows up and down flirtatiously before her expression changed to a startled one. "Oh my God, maybe they're watching us now." she stated quickly, then turning to the windows that were covered with a cream colored curtain.

"Uh-huh, sure. Because now people have special glasses that can see through rough, cotton/polyester crap." Bailey rolled her eyes with a chuckle as she texted back with a simple 'WTF'. Within moments, there was a response. One that made her burst out into laughter.

"asdfjkl; juSt g0 Lo0k iN thA baFfro0m!
-Private"

"Wow. You think that would've taken a little bit of time to key in." Sami laughed, obviously down with the ridiculous IM language. Instantly agreeing, Bailey then stood from the chair and stomped on her heels to the bathroom, careful not to mess up her freshly painted toes. Laying on the porcelain toilet seat was a silver envelope and a peach colored rose on top. Grabbing the two and thumping back into the open room, she held up the two items.

"How romantic." Sami cooed with a cheesy grin.

"Yeah. . .a fancy envelope and a rose. . .on a toilet seat." Bailey laughed, shaking her head and knowing who had to have put it there.

"What's it say?" Kathy questioned with a smirk, obviously in on the whole thing.

"I don't know. I can't open it." Bailey laughed, handing the envelope to Sami because of her wet fingernails.

"Ok, ok. Ahem." Sami began, holding the little card up in front of her. "You are cordially, -which is spelled wrong, by the way. - invited to have the best night of your life. Your attendance is required in the ballroom of the Hilton. 532 Tab Drive, Miami, Florida." she looked up from the text and grinned.

"Let me see!" Bailey beamed, hurrying over and retrieving the card from her. Her smile grew even more when she noticed Joe's handwriting on the sparkly paper. "-At 6 o'clock?!" she began to panic.

"Calm down and take a breather." Kathy chuckled. "You've got pretty much everything done anyway. You just have to get dressed in that little dress Sami picked out, do a little bit of make-up, strap on those heels and get going. Then, the hall is like 5 minutes down the road."

"Ballroom." Bailey corrected, the word sticking out in her mind as she picture what the set-up could possibly look like.

"Alright. One hour. We can do this!" Kathy exclaimed, then received a stern nod from Bailey who threw herself back down into the chair.

"Make me beautiful, baby."

- - - - -

"She's not going to find this place." Bobby put his hands on his hips as Joe stabbed a large post into the ground off beside the Hilton. The soil was a bit moist, sliding the 'Tab Drive' sign into it. Yanking it straight a few times, then taking a step back and analyzing it's position, Joe nodded in satisfaction. "God, you're so weird."

"Just shut up, Bobby." he snapped, glaring over at him, then flicking out his wrist and looking down at his obnoxious gold watch.

"Jeeze, spazz." Bobby huffed, crossing his arms across his chest and narrowing his eyes over at his planning partner. This was the only idea Joe really had control over, and Bobby was convinced that it was totally stupid. The only reason he gave in and let him do the ridiculous 'Tab Drive' thing was because he claimed it had a 'deep meaning' and that it'd really mean a lot to Bailey. He begged to differ, but went with it anyway.

"I'm just. . .nerve wrecked. Five minutes and it's 6pm. This needs to be perfect." he stated.

"Joseph, -" he began, stepping forward and reaching out for his tie. Straightening it out and brushing off the shoulders of his black blazer, Bobby was beginning to feel like a 'mother' releasing 'her' son to his first prom. Once that thought entered his mind, Joe shook his hands away and tugged his blazer out himself. "- you really love her, don't you? I've never seen you so nervous." he chuckled.

"More than ever." Joe breathed out, his heart picking up the pace a bit.

"Now, I'm going to go wait in the lobby for your girl so she won't get lost." Bobby stated, backing up towards the front of the Hilton.

"She won't get lost." Joe chuckled, rolling his eyes as his anticipation for her arrival grew with every second. His mind even began to drift to what she was wearing."Twenty says she won't know where to go." Bobby challenged boldly.

"You're on." he accepted the little bet, then shook his hand firmly before watching him head to the front of the hotel. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his dark, tight pants in nervousness, Joe then turned around and started down the dirt path of the unofficial 'Tab Drive'.

- - - - -

"Like I said, Miss. There's no such thing as a 'Tab Drive.'" the moody driver eyed her in the rearview mirror. "- but this is the only Hilton in the area." he sighed. Biting her lip in frustration, Bailey fought off the tears of emotion before stomping out of the limo and slamming the door. The stress that Sue Yung had rubbed out of her had returned once she rushed out of her own hotel ten after six, With her leaving the hotel late and the driver got lost as well, that made her an extra eleven minutes late. Whatever was planned for her, she hoped to God she didn't mess up.

With the screech of tires, the limo sped off, obviously equally fed up with Bailey herself. Arguing with the driver over a street that 'didn't exist' kind of put her in a sour mood, added onto the fact that she was late, she was pretty tense.

"Asshole!" she yelled at the red taillights as it turned out of the parking lot. Bailey then stomped into the lobby of the hotel, her hand gripping the thin black strap of her purse that matched her choppy, v-necked cocktail dress. Stopping in the center of the marble floor, her eyes scanned the surprisingly dead lobby. It was nearly silent as she observed the vacancy. Slowly beginning to think that she was in the wrong place, her pulse began to quicken as she approached the front desk.

"Um, where is the ballroom?" she asked, forcing a smile on her worried face. Her fake smile instantly faded as the elderly woman looked back at her in confusion for a moment.

"Over there." she pointed to a big set of doors off to the right. Nodding a 'thank you', Bailey's heels clicked on the marble as she approached the doors.

Shoving the heavy bar forward and pushing the door forward, darkness took over her. Hiding a smile and anticipating a big 'surprise'; nothing happened. Stepping in and clicking on the lights, a bare, empty hall filled her eyes. Exhaling, she clicked the lights off and turned around as her eyes began to water. She had no idea where she was supposed to go. First, she arrived late. Second, there apparently was 'no such thing' as a 'Tab Drive', and then one logical place she thought she was supposed to be at was vacant. She was not a happy camper.

Letting the ballroom doors slam behind her, Bailey then turned the heads of the few people in the lobby as her heels slapped towards the exit.

"Hey, hey. Slow down there." Bobby appeared in front of her, putting his hands out and resting them on her shoulders.

"I'm not in the fucking mood, Bobby." she snarled, completely forgetting that she hadn't seen him in weeks, and forgetting to even question why he was there in the first place.

"Tab Drive? -Go out the front doors, make a left, and there you go." he stated simply, watching the unpleasant look on her face fade to a soft, hopeful one. He couldn't help but smile back at her.

"How did you -" she began in disbelief, slowly beginning to catch on. Bobby then chuckled and waved her off.

- - - - -

"It's like déjà vu." a soft, feminine voice caused Joe to jump up from the log he was sitting on and turn around.

Staring over at Bailey who had her hands clasped together upfront of her, he lost his breath. Warmth took over his body as her shiny smile beamed over at him from a couple yards away. Bailey looked absolutely stunning; her long flowy hair, dark layered dress, strappy heels. Her soft stare was locked onto his. He could tell she was liking what she was seeing as well. Trapped in his warm, chocolate eyes, Bailey was able to pry her eyes away only for a moment. Beginning to observe his straight, dark and chunky locks that she loved, she began to feel the strap of her purse slide off her shoulder. Captivated by his presence, hint of sexual tension and confidence, she couldn't move. It was when Joe took a few steps towards her in the dimly lit opening in the center of the trees, that were too limited to call a 'forest', that her breath stopped in her lungs. Too wrapped up in the boy in front of her, she hadn't noticed what else was around her.

There were a few battery operated candles scattered around the dirt circle, that was about 8 feet in diameter, to prevent an accidental fire. Off on a large rock was a box of pizza and a few bottles of root beer; her favorite. There was a thin blanket slung over a fallen log and a little boom box set up off towards the side. It somewhat reminded her of what she did for his 18th birthday the previous year. Except the trees opened up to a little creek instead of a pond. This boy sure knew how to work things.

"Hey." Joe finally breathed out, his body stopping only inches in front of hers. He could tell that her heart was racing a mile a minute, her blue eyes glistening into his.

"Hi." she barley replied before her lips formed into a bigger smile that she didn't think was possible. Bailey then let herself forward, her arms wrapping around the back of his neck as his folded around her waist. Holding her tight, Joe lifted her a bit and swung her around, his eyes slowly closing as he inhaled her comforting perfume.

"Happy Birthday." his lips tickled her neck, his deep voice vibrating on her skin. Grinning into his shoulder, she whispered a small 'thanks' before taking another whiff of his captivating cologne and slowly pulling away. Everything felt absolutely perfect. "Oh! I have food." he grinned, grabbing her hand and leading her over to the log but the pizza box.

Dinner, if you'd like to call it, was enjoyable for the two lovers. Through more than a dozen laughs, offensive, but lovable insults and even a few sauce stains on their black attire, Bailey was loving every second of it. Not once had she ever expected something like that and not ever had things felt so right between them. The setting was romantic, the air was cool, Joe's arm around her housed her warmth. After a few oops', 'shits' and spills, the night wouldn't qualify as "storybook perfect", but it was pretty damn close.

"You know. . ." Joe began, his butt now in the dirt as his back leaned against the log. Now that they were finished eating, his arm rested around Bailey as her head leaned into his shoulder. "We're getting married." he smiled at her laugh from his blunt statement. "I'm serious girl. You're stuck with me."

"Likewise, boy." she chuckled, her fingers playing with his that were rested on his chest. "-And then we'll have a picket fence and a rose garden, right?" she asked, her smirk glowing up at him as he squeezed her side.

"Not funny." he chuckled.

"Oh, come on." Bailey laughed, then stopped abruptly. "Uh-oh." she breathed out. "We can't get married!"

"What? Why not?" Joe questioned, his eyes coming together in confusion.

"Because, I'm not your dream girl!"

"Bails, what are you talking about?" he sighed in disbelief, curious as to what she was going to say next.

"I'm not from Australia. This'll never work out." she groaned, pushing off of his chest and sitting up with her back slouched forward. Her heard was turned to it's side as her chin rested on her own shoulder while his hand made its way to the small of her back.

"Shut up." Joe finally laughed at the straight face she kept. It was only a few more seconds before she cracked into laugher herself. "-And stop with that song thing, it's stupid."

"You know you love it." she stated, her eyes smiling back at him.

"I know I love you." he responded, leaning forward himself and resting his chin on her shoulder where hers just was.

"I know you're crazy." she nodded, chuckling from his breath that was tingling on her neck. "Joe. .." she breathed out, already knowing where this was going to go, feeling his lips on her skin. She felt them sponge her for a moment before her heart began to pound inside of her chest. A strand of his hair then shifted from the angle he was on, grazing her ear and sending goosebumps throughout the rest of her body. This was what she loved. He knew exactly how to get to her.

His fingers curled around her waist from behind as his lips continued to trail along her neck.

"Maybe we should, uh. . ." Bailey breathed out, her eyes closing beyond her control.

"Get back to the hotel?" he asked softly, stealing the words from her mind and reluctantly pulling away from her body. She hummed a small 'mhm' as he grasped onto her hand and helped her up off the ground before interlacing his fingers with hers. Leading her away from the opening and back down 'Tab Drive', Bailey stopped, her heart still racing in her throat.

"What about the stuff set up back there?" she asked, her eyebrows coming together in concern.

"Why do you think Bobby was here?" Joe smirked.

- - - - -

"Give me that." Bailey muttered, slapping Joe's hand and snatching the card key from his shaky grasp.

Bumping his side and shifting him out of the way of the hotel door, she slid the card in the slot. Before it beeped, alerting them that it was unlocked, Joe's hands gripped her from behind. Shoving the door open, Joe put more pressure on her backside and lead her in. Bailey then departed from his touch as he shut and locked the door; handle and chain.

"Joe. . ." Bailey began, standing in the center of the room as he stepped towards her. Her heels were already off and kicked to the side as Joe's feet began kicking his own shoes off. "This is like. . ."

"-It." he inhaled slowly, his heart fluttering inside of him like never before. "I know."

"But -" she began softly.

"No buts. Not this time." he breathed out. "I'm done doing what's best; what's right." Joe paused, gathering all his thoughts and emotions that had bottled up inside of him since the last time things almost went too far. "Bails, I love you so much, and I know you feel the same. There's no denying this." his gaze over at her was strong, noticing the extra wetness that had formed in her eyes. He knew the only reason why she had rejected him all the times before; it was because of that ring on his finger. What she couldn't get through her hard head was that the ring had became hers a long time ago.

Watching her step forward to him, he didn't blink. It wasn't until she was a foot away from him when his hands shot up to her cheeks and his body leaned forward the rest of the way, his eyes closing as their lips met once again.

Breaking through that barrier, Bailey's eyes fluttered closed, her hands coming up and gripping the collar to his blazer that was about to leave his body. With one hard tug, he got the hint and moved his hand down and yanked it off by the cuffs. Her hand then fiddled with his tie as she took tiny steps backwards, their lips smacking every few seconds. Frustrated with the fact that she couldn't see what she was doing, she broke away from his moist lips and yanked the loop of the material. Sliding the silk out from the little knot, she then pulled it off and began to unbutton his shirt. His eyes were lowered, staring into her eyes that were locked onto the buttons; she was in complete concentration. He couldn't control the smirk that came upon his lips.

Down to the last button, her eyes finally shifted up at his, realizing he'd been staring at her the whole time. A light shade of pink accompanied her cheeks for a moment as he shook off his shirt. Seeing the lust in her eyes as she glanced down at his tanned, toned chest, his smirk faded away as his lips met hers again, keeping the momentum going.

Bailey's hands rested on his shoulders, somewhat along his neck as the straps to her dress began to slide off her own shoulders. It wasn't for a moment and a slight breeze from behind that she realized that Joe's fingers had found their way to the tiny zipper on the back of her dress. Smirking inro the kiss as their tongues wrestled, her hands stayed put as she felt him tug the zipper every few seconds, slowing down the process.

Once the zipper rested on her lower back, right above her backside, she felt his fingertips trail up the soft skin he had just revealed and to the back of her neck, his lips pressing a little harder into hers. It was now her turn to take it the rest of the way.

Instead of letting the top half of her dress to fall, her fingers lowered and began fiddling with his pants. Unbuttoning them quite easily and listening to the little zip, she felt the smile on his lips, knowing that he wanted to laugh at the distinct sound. It was then when her black material inched down her skin, her chest exposing itself just a little bit.

When Joe's pants fell to the floor, Bailey turned him around, somewhat backing him up to the bed. When the back of his knees hit, he collapsed, breaking the kiss. He then began to watch her. The purity in her eyes as she locked onto him, his body began to sweat. In the dimness of the room, her shadow cascaded off the wall behind her, making her skin appear to be a bit tanner than what it truly was.

The straps from her dress slid further down, almost past her elbows; gravity ended up pulling it down the rest of the way. Her shyness quickly slipped away once she saw the flame in his eyes; the look of pure love, and maybe even a hint of lust. This was it. Her dress was at her feet and her tiny, black Victoria Secret panties were clearly in view, along with the rest of her bare body. Confidently stepping towards him, she made her way onto his lap, her legs straddling his waist as she draped her arms around his neck.

She felt the sweat on his skin, even the thumping of his heart as his lips began pecking at hers. The sponging was slow at first. It started at her lips, then slowly down her jaw line, down her neck, and to her collarbone. In the heat of the room, those familiar goosebumps formed once again.

It was truly happening.

BBB

2010-10-01T19:58:00.000-07:00

"Mom, you have to let me go!" Bailey stated, her hands rested on her hips as she looked over at her mother who was leaning against the kitchen counter with her coffee mug in hand. "If you don't drive me to the airport, I'll just call dad and get him to take me."

"It's not about taking you. . ." her mother began, her eyes warm as she looked over at her only daughter. "It's just. . .a week with you home just wasn't long enough." Bailey smiled at the sincerity in her voice. After all the time she spent across the country in LA, it felt good to know that she was truly missed, and not only by her adopted family, the Jonas'; figuratively speaking, of course.

"Mom, -" she chuckled, "-But it's my birthday, and I really want to go! I'll come and spend some time at home after this, I promise. Just please agree to have me go for the next few days. -I tried to be nice and ask, since technically I'm an adult now and could've left on my own already." Bailey watched as her mother's eyes tears up, her lips forming into a tiny smile. "Oh no, don't! -Dad just put me through this whole scene, I don't want -"

"I just can't believe my baby is all grown up now." she whimpered.

"Mom!"

"-The big 18. I can't believe it." her mother sighed, shaking her head as she took in her daughter's beautiful appearance. Her straight, dark-blonde locks hung down a little above her elbows, the layers flowing gorgeously as a few strands from her long bangs laid across her forehead. Her make-up was done to the minimum, making her stunning blue eyes pop while she stood with great posture.

"Yeah, well, I won't be able to believe it if I miss my flight to Florida." Bailey stated, just wanting to leave. It had been a week since she flew home from Los Angeles, leaving the Jonas' and Bobby behind to visit her own family.

"I still don't like this idea, Bails." her mother stated, straightening up and transforming out of her sappy mode.

"What idea?" Bailey asked in confusion.

"Oh, don't act like you don't know what I'm thinking." she stated sternly. "You, Joseph, in Miami, alone." Her mother emphasized the past part, causing Bailey to cackle back in laughter.

"Mother, please." she waved her off. "The whole crew will be down there as well."

"If that's the case, then why in the hell wasn't I invited?" she snapped, only half joking, making her daughter laugh again.

"Seriously mom, it'll be fine." Bailey reassured her, stepping away from the counter she was leaning against and slipped her hands into the back pockets of her snug jeans. "It's not like we're going to do anything."

"Yeah, sure." she eyed her suspiciously. "Promise me you wouldn't do anything that would make me frequently curse at you after getting a phone call from, oh, let's say, the police or something."

"What the hell." she laughed, not expecting to hear those words exit her mouth.

"Or, let me just say the typical, 'Don't do anything that I wouldn't do.' -line." her mom continued, her rambling showing her that it was definitely time to go.

"Alright mom, I think you should take me to the airport now." Bailey began, stepping towards the doorway of the kitchen.

"Do you have all you bags packed?" she questioned.

"Yep." Bailey nodded, taking another step. "They're already in the car."

"Do you have your plane ticket?"

"-Already in my carry-on bag in the car."

"Do you have money, your cell phone charged, and your iPod for the flight?"

"Mom, I have everything!" she laughed at her worriedness. "Don't fret, I've taken care of it all. All that's left is my transportation to the actual airport and for some reason it keeps stalling, so can we go now?"

"You do have everything covered." her mom breathed out, setting down her coffee mug. "My baby is all grown up."

"-And your baby is going to cry if she misses her flight!" Bailey whined and stopped her foot to add a dramatic effect before her mom shooed her the rest of the way out of the kitchen. Laughing, Bailey happily walked out of the house and to her mother's car.

- - - - -

"Aw, Frankie!" Bailey cooed, walking out of the terminal with her carry-on bag hanging off her shoulder. Purposely ignoring the most gorgeous boy standing behind him, Bailey kneeled down hugged Frankie's tiny frame as other passengers off her flight from Philadelphia dispersed throughout the Miami airport.

"So, the little dude who at the last minute decides to tail along is the first to get a hug?" Joe asked in disbelief, spreading his arms out as he looked through his chunky hair at his girlfriend who straighten up and stepped towards him.

"Maybe because at a first glance he just looked cuter." Bailey joked, letting her bag slide down from her shoulder and placing it on the ground as Joe's face dropped. "I'm only kidding." she chuckled before stepping into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and giving him the biggest hug ever. Closing her eyes and getting lost in the scent she had been missing for the past week, she relaxed into his arms as his hand rubbed up and down the small of her back.

"Happy birthday." he finally stated softly, his lips moving only millimeters away from her ear. Feeling her smile into the thin material of his plain, faded gray t-shirt, he tightened his grip for another moment as he took in her warmth.

Within a few more minutes, the two pulled away from each other. Bailey grabbed her bag and then Frankie's little hand as they made their way to the baggage claim. After retrieving her suitcase, the trio exited the airport and stepped into the humid, Miami air. Luckily, they didn't have to stand in the heat for too long since a sleek, black stretch limo was waiting outside for them.

"So, where are we going?" Bailey questioned, her voice perking up as she leaned into Joe's side. His arm was draped around her shoulders as they relaxed back into the cushion of the limo seats. Frankie was on the opposite side, his thumbs clicking away on his PSP.

"Your hotel." he replied simply, not planning on going any further unless he was asked.

"I'm so excited!" she squealed, taking in the fact that she was finally back with him. "I miss Nick, Kevin and your parents! I can't wait to see them."

"That's great. -It sounds like you miss my family more than you miss your own boyfriend. That gives me this weird warm, fuzzy feeling inside." he chuckled.

"Your family is just so much different from mine. . .I was going through withdraws. -Do you know how hard it is to get my mother to laugh?" At that moment, Joe himself burst out into laughter, causing the back of Bailey's hand to come in contact with his firm chest. The sound of the hit caused Frankie to look up from his game and shake his head.

"Sorry, I thought I was supposed to laugh." Bailey turned her body to face him, giving him 'the look' with her narrow eyes. "Anyway, -" he began, pulling her back into his side. "We've got a whole lot planned for tonight."

"Like what?" Bailey grinned in anticipation. It was her 18th birthday; her big day. She could only imagine what the night was going to come to.

"Well, it's almost 2pm now. Let's see. . .we'll get you back to your hotel, you'll get all settled in and what not, then I'll take Frankie back to Mom, and -"

"Wait; I wanna go with you." she spoke up. "You don't have to drop me off, just take me with you. I wanna see everyone. Plus, it'll save a trip."

"Bails Bails Bails, you'll see everyone eventually. Everything is under control." Joe chuckled as her assertiveness.

"Huh?"

"Look, we're dropping you off at your hotel. You have a massage person coming in, one of those nail people, and then Kathy, your stylist person from 'Traffic Jam'. They're going to help you relax and prep you for tonight."

"What's happening tonight?" she questioned, becoming intrigued as a tiny smile formed on her lips. This boy was up to something, and her mind was beginning to ache thinking of what he could possibly manage to put together himself.

"That I cannot say." he responded, her voice a bit bold as if to say, 'That's all I'm telling you, and I'm not going to crack.'. It was at that moment when the limo pulled up to a simple Holiday Inn. "No, go in there and enjoy yourself. You deserve it."

"-But I wanna go see -" Bailey began, her voice pitching to a whine.

"Are you really going to make me walk you inside myself?" he sighed, pulling his arm out from around her shoulders.

"I really hope you planned to anyway." she replied, a slight and forced offended attitude in her voice.

"Right, right." Joe quickly agreed before scooting towards the door. After telling Frankie to stay put and informing the driver that he was going to be a few minutes, Joe reached for the handle and stepped out onto the concrete that was basking in the warm, June sun. Putting his hand out for Bailey to grab, an unexpected tingle surged up his arm as her fingers wrapped around his. After he lead her inside of the lobby and retrieved her room card, she turned to him with a pleading look in her face.

"Walk me to my room?" Bailey fought the smile that was begging to make an appearance, her voice soft and even sounding somewhat mischievous. Watching Joe bite his lip, contemplating on what to really do, Bailey stared up at him hopelessly. His face then softened, a tiny smile forming on his lips as he handed her the card key to the room. With a small nod, the two departed from the hotel lobby and to the elevator.

"Aren't you going to come in and check things out?" she asked, her blue eyes locking onto his as they stood outside of her room. Reading his face and realizing that he actually had to think about it, she got a little frustrated. "Stop making me have to ask! Just come in. Jeeze, you're making me feel like a skank from a cheesy movie who has to lure the dude every step of the way to -" at that moment, Joe took the card key from her loose grasp, slid it into the slot, then pushed the door open and pulled her in. Quickly and casually 'scanning' the room, Joe stole a glimpse of the red numbers on the digital clock by the bed before turning back to Bailey who was still trying to look deep inside of him. "Babe, what's wrong?" she questioned, her eyebrows coming together as she stepped in front of him. He stared back at her for a moment before closing his eyes and leaning forward, feeling a smile on her lips after the collision. He then felt her hand rest itself lightly on his forearm by her waist before pulling away. Seeing an offended expression form on her face, Joe instantly regretted ending the kiss so abruptly.

"Now, I have to go. Your people should be here any minute." he stated, hoping his pathetic worlds would treat her troubled look. "I'll be back later, ok? Enjoy yourself." he smiled weakly as her face softened a bit, her head nodding. Feeling a bit relieved that she hadn't fully spazzed on him, he leaned down and kissed her forehead before exiting the room. Hearing the hotel door click closed behind him, he quickly fumbled for his vibrating cell phone as he hurried towards the elevator. Once the door shut, he placed his phone up to his ear.

"Where are you?!" a voice exclaimed.

"I'm on my way, chill. I just got a little caught up." Joe defended himself.

"If you want this to work, you need to stay on schedule!"

"I know!" he groaned in response.

"How is she?"

"I'll be completely honest. . .she's so pissed off right now."

"She'll get over it. -Just stick to the plan. Alright?" the voice ordered.

"Alright." Joe agreed, releasing a slow, faint sigh from his lungs.

2010-09-01T19:57:00.000-07:00

"I'll be here. Take your time." the driver stated as Bailey looked over at him. The stretch limo was parked outside of the Jonas house just as the sun was beginning to set. The sky was mixed with various shades of pink, orange, and a little mix of a light purple as the Los Angeles air began to cool.

"Thank you so much." Bailey exited the vehicle, her heart in her throat as her heels clapped up the walkway and to the front door. Her index finger came into contact with the white button next to the door handle. Hearing the doorbell echo through the house, Bailey began to tap her heels in nervousness. She was still completely clueless as to what she was going to say.

After counting to 10, she then began knocking on the door itself, making sure she was hitting it hard enough. "C'mon." she whined, then froze when she heard a faint, 'I'm coming!' on the other side of the door. Listening to the clicking of the locks, she door was pulled open to reveal a messy-looking Joe. His shaggy hair was shooting up all over the place, his plain white t-shirt on his chest was wrinkly, and his pajama pants had a billion creases in it.

"Bailey." he breathed out, his mouth hanging open as he took in her appearance. "W-what are you doing here? You're premiere is like, now." Joe stated, standing in the doorway.

"I know, I know." she quickly replied, looking down and playing with her fingers.

"This is your movie! Why aren't you there?" he asked, his voice still showing that he was surprised. He was still trying to comprehend that she was really standing there in front of him.

"How about you tell me why you're not there?" she spat, looking into his eyes. They glistened back at her before shifting away. "Really, Joe." her voice softened.

"You don't need me." he muttered. "You need to be at the premiere!" he exclaimed, beginning to get a little frustrated with the fact that she was missing out on her big day because of him.

"That still doesn't justify why you're not there!" she cried. "Don't you get why I'm here right now? I need you!" her voice cracked, her eyes beginning to water as she stared back at him. "Joe, I need you. I need you to be there. I need you with me."

"No you don't." he replied, his voice low and his eyes locking on hers.

"Joseph, stop being so stubborn!" her voice cracked, her vision blurring as the tears began to form.

"Don't cry." Joe ordered, his voice softening as he looked deep into her. "Please don't cry." he reached out to her as her eyes shifted up. "You're gonna ruin your make-up, you know." he chuckled, lightly, his thumb brushing along her jaw line.

"I don't care, I really don't care!" Bailey replied quickly. "Now come on, go get dressed! You're coming back with me."

"What?" he laughed, then shook his head. "First, you start running away from me every time I try to fix things. Then when I try to avoid you and save you a trip, you go out of your way to come back to me anyway? You make no sense!" he shrieked, throwing his hands up.

"Joe! We don't have time to bullshit right now." Bailey spat, her hands grabbing his. "Just come on. We have to make it back before the movie ends."

"No, you have to make it back." he corrected.

"And I'm not going unless you come with me." she stared back at him, not withdrawing from her statement as she let go of him and crossed her arms in front of her chest, staring back at him hard.

"I can't." he muttered, looking away from her.

"Why the fuck not!?" she exclaimed.

"Because, isn't Jasmine supposed to be there?"

"Are you serious? Why does that even matter?! It's my premiere. You'd be with me." her voice began to sound very pathetic. Standing at his doorstep, her words repeated themselves, trying to convince him to just come. "Anyway, I don't think she's even there. . ." she trailed off, breaking her stare.

"Uh-oh." Joe eyed her. "What'd you do?" he stared at her hard, then recognized her dress. "Oh my God, you stole her dress?!"

"No, I didn't steal her dress!" she exclaimed, almost wanting to laugh.

"It looks a lot better on you, by the way." Joe added. "You look gorgeous."

"Why thanks." Bailey rolled her eyes. "But no. . .I kinda, uh, hit her first." she trailed off. "-Then took her dress." Joe's eyes smiled back at her, but his lips did nothing but flap.

"I want to laugh really bad right now, but that'd be mean." he bit his tongue, his lips somewhat curling a little. "You're amazing."

"Then come to this stupid premiere with me!" she cried once again, now becoming angry at how much time was being wasted.

"Alright, alright." Joe finally caved, putting his hands up, relieved that she actually wanted him there. "But you go now, and I'll meet up with you once I get ready."

"Ok!" Bailey squeaked, the excitement in her gut returning as her hands clapped together. "Just call me when you get there, ok?" Joe nodded with a smile. "-And there's an after party, and you're going to that too, by the way. They're making me do a speech!"

"Ok, ok. Just go! You're gonna miss the end of the movie!" he laughed at how her mood changed to quickly once he let her back into him.

"Oh please, it's not like I don't know what happens." she rolled her eyes with a chuckle as his eyes widened. "Ok, ok. I'm going!" she finished quickly, then turned to run back to the limo.

"Bails!" Joe yelled before she could take her first step. Instantly, she turned background to see him moving in on her. His moist lips softly collided with hers, her bronzy eyes closing as his hand raised to her jaw line for a moment. Slowly pulling away after a few seconds, Joe grinned, then turned around and entered his house, Bailey darting off towards the limo with the feeling of his lips still on hers.

Once shutting the front door to the house, Joe leaned his back against the wood, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath, contemplating on what he was going to do. His feelings that were all over the place before she arrived on his doorstep were now arranged inside of him. He knew exactly what he needed to do now, he just hoped he could actually do it.

- - - - -

"Joseph, are you being serious right now?" Kevin exclaimed into his cell phone prior to exiting the theater, Nick and the rest of his family behind him as he lead them to their limo. They were off to the hall where the 'after party' was being held.

"What's he saying?" Nick hissed, wanting in on the conversation.

"You're being really stupid right now, you know that?" Kevin spat, ignoring Nick beside him. "Do whatever, Joe. Just know you're supposed to be here right now!" he finished, then slammed his phone shut.

"Well?" he questioned attentively, his eyes perking up as he slid into the limo after him.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it." he muttered, his anger inside of him rising at what Joe had just told him.

It was within minutes when the Jonas family, minus Joe of course, arrived at the hall. Entering through the huge double doors, they saw that the place was pretty much packed. The DJ was already blasting, people were in the center of the massive space dancing, people were lined up at the buffet on the side. It definitely looked like one hell of an after party.

Departing from their parents, Nick grabbed Kevin's arm at the sight of Bailey; the first time either of them had a glimpse of her the entire night, besides on the big screen. Pulling him over to her, Nick stepped up, locking onto her eyes with a smile.

"Bails, you look amazing." he smiled, leaning in for a hug. Smiling back nervously, Bailey wrapped her arms around his body, her heart beginning to beat even faster. The movie was over, the party had started, and she still had yet to see Joe.

"Thanks." she beamed, pulling away and leaning into Kevin. "So, how'd you guys like the movie?" Bailey questioned cautiously, hoping that chatting with her two good friends would distract her thoughts from Joe.

"I'll be honest, it turned out a lot better than I thought it would." Kevin chuckled, still staring at her. He couldn't help himself, she looked absolutely stunning. "Wow. Only if Joe could see you right now." his voice softened out, shaking his head, obviously not knowing she had made a little trip to his house during the movie, so he had seen her. Joe also left that part out over his short phone conversation with Kevin himself.

"He's supposed to be here." she muttered, her eyes scanning the people around her as she stepped up on her tippy toes. Kevin shot Nick a quick glance, then began.

"It's alright, Bails. We're here for you." he assured, placing a warm hand on her shoulder, wondering why his brother was being to retarded when it came to her. She was perfect.

"Yep." Nick nodded, backing up Kevin's statement. "Good luck on that speech thing they're making you do. Ugh, I hate those things." he chuckled.

"Thanks Nick, that's real assuring." Bailey forced out a laugh, her stomach still flopping around inside of her.

"Bailey!" she turned at the sound of her name to see a beaming Bobby jogging over to her. "They're about to cut the music so we can put in our two cents about working on the movie. You ready?" Staring into his ice blue eyes, Bailey froze. She absolutely hated talking in front of a mass of people, not to mention ones she didn't even know. Public speaking was not one of her things and it was definitely not something she was excited about.

"Bathroom break!" she exclaimed, taking a few small steps backwards. "You know, gotta freshen up." she smiled weakly. "I'll meet you over by the stage in like, two minutes."

"Alright." Bobby smiled, then nodded to Kevin and Nick in acknowledgement before drifting off towards the stage.

Turning around and darting in the opposite direction, Bailey needed a place to escape to. Knowing the bathroom was going to be absolutely packed with girls 'fixing' themselves up, and that paparazzi flooded the outside, her options were limited. Her feet clicking beneath her as the back of her gown dragged along the floor, she headed towards the lobby of the hall. Laying eyes on the door to the walk-in coat closet, she quickly slipped in and closed the door behind her. Leaning against the cold surface of the wall, Bailey whipped out her cell phone to call Joe for the tenth time since the movie ended. He was supposed to make it there towards the end of the movie; now they were already forty-five minutes into the party and he was nowhere to be seen, not to mention his cell phone continued to go to voicemail.

All of the anger and nervousness inside of Bailey's body was overwhelming. He was supposed to be there with her and he wasn't.

On the verge of tears for the second time that day because of him, Bailey began to pace back and forth, her legs moving faster and faster beneath her as she took in everything once again. The boy that she loved had just blown her off and it pretty much killed her.

"Uh, is this thing on?" she heard faintly as the music died down a bit, it registering in her mind that everything was starting. "We'd like to thank you for coming to this wonderful premiere." the voice continued as Bailey's insides went haywire. Breathing in deeply, she paced for a few more seconds before the focused on the voice again. "-And we'd like to have Ms.Bailey Baker herself come up here. Let's give it up!" the announcer's voice exclaimed before being drowned out by the clapping of at least 800 pairs of hands.

Panicking, Bailey stopped pacing and snatched open the door, her body making an appearance in the back doorway to the hall, the stage all the way on the opposite side of where she was standing. Slowly taking a few steps forward, the screech of the mic on the stage made the crowd flinch, followed by another voice.

"Um, hey." a different voice echoed through the hall. "Yeah, I'm, uh, not Bailey, but I'd like to say a few things before she comes up here." Instantly, Bailey's body shut down. Her legs froze as she stood off towards the back, her eyes staring over at the stage where the one and only Joe Jonas was attached to the mic. His dark hair was straightened and styled, his broad shoulders were covered by a sleek, black blazer. If Bailey hadn't already stopped at the sound of his voice, his appearance would've stopped her anyway. "Bailey Baker is an amazing girl." he paused, his eyes slowly scanning the crowd for her. Knowing she was there somewhere, he continued. "Besides the fact that she's staring in an amazing movie, -"

"You didn't even see it!" Nick shouted from the crowd, then received a smack from Kevin next to him and a glare from his brother on stage.

"Shuttup!" he hissed into the mic before regaining himself. "Anyway, Bailey herself, as a person, is just amazing. Her personality is one of a kind. Her laughter is contagious, the way she speaks and her body language makes you feel comfortable, no matter how much of a stranger you are, and her humor is down right disgusting." Joe chuckled into the mic, watching as the crowd smiled up at him. "She voices her opinions in the right way. She knows how to make you smile when you're down, how to make you feel wanted in awkward situations, and how to make a killer pizza bagel." the crowd laughed as Bailey now stood from the center of the hall, listening to every word flow out of his mouth. "What I'm basically trying to say is, I'm really stupid for letting someone like her go. Someone so pure, so. . .amazing that it feels like you're on top of the world when you're with them. -I'd come up with a way better word than 'amazing', but my heart is beating too fast right now." Joe breathed into the mic, his eyes still searching for her in the crowd. "I made a really huge mistake by letting her go, and I'd give up everything I have right now just to go back and do it over." he swallowed hard once his eyes finally found hers. "You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone. And you don't know what it's like to feel so alone. Every time you smile and laugh, you glow. You don't even know." he spoke right to her, watching as her eyes shimmered, a tear slipping down her cheek. "Bailey, I'm so sorry. Sorry for giving up on us, sorry for putting you through all this crap, sorry for missing your premiere." he shifted his eyes to the floor as they began to burn. "I really hope you can forgive me."

It was at that moment that Bailey started off towards the stage, silent tears of mixed emotions trickling down her cheeks. Jogging around to the side and up the steps in her heels, Joe turned to her as she threw herself into him, her arms wrapping around the back of his neck as her chin rested on his shoulder. She squeezed her eyes shut as his grasp around her waist tightened, the crowd beginning to whistle and clap as the two embraced one another.

"I love you so much, you have no idea." she mumbled into his neck, her lips slightly grazing his skin as his warmth took over her body.

"Likewise." he replied softly into her shoulder, his eyes closed as well as he took in her scent and the energy surrounding him. "Bails, I need you. We need each other." Joe took a deep breath, then began to softly sing in her ear, his lips touching her earlobe as he released the air from his lungs. "Everyone knows it's meant to be, falling in love, just you and me."

"Oh my God, Joseph." she pulled away and playfully pushing him in the shoulder. Watching him grin, she smiled as she pulled his lips down to hers, a new and bigger surge of energy spreading throughout her body at the connection. Slowly sliding her tongue into his mouth, she felt him squeeze her waist as she pressed a little more into his body.

"Ok, we get the point!" Kevin shouted to them before the announcer took over the mic, causing Bailey and Joe to pull away from one another.

"I think that about sums it up." he stated, then waved for the DJ to continue blasting his music, the crowd beginning to dance it up in the center of the floor.

- - - - -

"So, back to work tomorrow." Joe sighed, his arm wrapped around Bailey as she snuggled into his bare, toned chest on the couch in her living room. His thumb stroked her skin in a circular motion on her hip as it peeked out from under her tight tank top that was folded up a big. Her loose, messy curls rested on his shoulder as her warm breath hovered on his neck.

"You're back to work tomorrow, I believe I'm done." Bailey responded, her hands playing with his free hand, her fingers twisting his purity ring as her legs bent over across his lap. The television was off, her iPod was off the docking station, their phones were shut down. Just sitting in the stillness taking in each others company was all they wanted. It was, however, only 1 in the afternoon the day after the huge premiere.

"What?" he asked in disbelief. "You're kidding."

"Definitely not." she chuckled, interlacing her fingers with his. "I'm dunzo, I had my share." she stated. "Disney said since the movie was my first real thing, that they weren't making me agree to any contract until I decided that acting was really what I wanted to do." Bailey sighed. "Even though it's kinda fun and all. . .working with you is actually better, no matter how many screaming fans or bitchy co-workers I have to put up with." his chest vibrated as he chuckled.

"How touching." he replied with a laugh, causing Bailey to reach up and pinch his nipple. "Hey!" Joe exclaimed as she burst out into laughter.

"I was being serious." she stated, readjusted her head on his chest. "I don't know. Maybe I could score a job at the warehouse cleaning up the J.O.N.A.S. set or something." she shrugged, then looked up at him.

"Or maybe I could just hire you as my, erm, personal assistant." he grinned, flickering his eyebrows down at her, making her laugh.

"Babe, there's no need for that. You've already got me." her eyes looked up at him. "Forever."

2010-09-01T19:55:00.000-07:00

"Rise and shine!" Bobby exclaimed, barging into Bailey's bedroom with a cardboard cup holder from the Coffee Beanery in his hands. Placing the two drinks on Bailey's dresser, he looked over at her still body and let a tiny smirk appear on his face. She didn't move a bit. "BAILEY! GET YOUR ASS UP!" he yelled, watching as her body jolted under her covers.

"Fuck off." she groaned into her pillow, pulling her blanket closer to her face. "Leave me be."

"Um, I don't know if you remember, but there's a huge premiere tonight for this little thing called 'Traffic Jam'? Yeah, well, it's the most anticipated Disney movie of the year, and you're still in bed. Get up!"

"Ughhh." Bailey mumbled again. "What time is it?"

"Six thirty." he replied simply, then walked over and took a seat at the edge of her bed.

"You're sick, you know that?" she groaned, her tired eyes still shut. "Why in the world are you up so early?"

"Well first off, I had something to pick up this morning. And two, I needed to be over here early because I know it takes you like, an hour just to roll out of bed." Bobby stated. "Now get up, I brought you your favorite. -Oh, and there's someone in the living room for you."

Instantly, Bailey's eyes shot open at his last words. She then sat up in bed and snapped her head over to look at him. Her eyes were wide and her hair was all over the place. Wiping her eyes and scooting to the edge of her bed, she fixed her shorts that were riding up, pulled out the fold in her cami, then spoke.

"It's not him, is it?" she whispered, then felt like smacking the hell out of Bobby as he smiled. It was a moment before he answered, in between sips of his coffee.

"I wouldn't do that with you looking like that now, would I?" he chuckled, then exited her room. Feeling her body relax a bit from the little jolt of fear from thinking he was there at her house, she grabbed the warm cup from the holder and placed it up to her lips. Sipping on the sweet substance of her favorite White Chocolate Mocha, she trailed into the living room after slipping on her sheep-lined moccasins.

"Bobby, where is -" Bailey began, then stopped mid-sentence when she saw one of her favorite people standing in the living room. Putting down her drink and running up to her best friend, the momentum from her sprint knocked her down into the couch. "Sailor Sarah!"

"Barnacle Bailey!" she laughed in response as her arms wrapped around her. "Ok, ok. Loosen up." she chuckled, letting go of her.

"You said you couldn't make it, you faggot!" Bailey exclaimed, her eyes and smile wide of excitement.

"Dude, this is your big day! I wouldn't miss it." she replied as if it was the most obvious thing ever. "Plus, Bobby thought you'd want your B-F-F with you when you got ready. Show me this amazing dress of yours!" she grinned, standing up from the couch. Bailey quickly nodded, then grabbed her drink with one hand on her friend with he other before rushing back into her bedroom.

Smirking from the doorway with his arms crossed and a pleased look on his face, Bobby nodded in satisfaction.

"I. Am. God." he chuckled to himself, then glanced down at his watch. "- And so it begins. . ."

- - - - -

"Bails, you look stunning." Sarah gasped, taking a step back as her best friend took a 360 in front of her. Her long, dark blonde hair was curled into perfect, spiral ringlets. Half of her soft locks were pulled up into a flowy, sparkling clip as the bottom spirals rested on her shoulders and back. The silky material of her orange gown clung to her curves as the halter strap lifted and hugged her chest. A tiny pair of triangle-cut diamond studs accompanied her ears as a thin, silver bracelet hung around her right wrist, Joe's silver ring on her left ring finger. Silver, strappy heels were on her feet, making her a few inches taller than her best friend who was staring at her in awe. "Seriously, babe. I don't care what you say, you are getting some tonight." she chuckled, her eyes still locked on her dress.

"Oh my God, shut up." Bailey chuckled, looking over at the full body mirror that was set up in a hotel room.

For the past 4 hours, Bailey and Sarah were held away in a hotel room near the theater where the movie was going to be shown, props to Bobby. Apparently when getting ready for premieres, your hair dresser and make-up artist are supposed to keep you captivated in a hotel room until you are fully made-up; and let's just say, those 4 hours of 'work' paid off. Without looking like a wax-figure, her make-up was done absolutely perfectly. Her eyes were outlined with a smoky, black eyeliner, kissed with a thin line of light sparkles on the top of her eyelids. Her lashes where thick and bold as a bronze shadow accompanied her eyes and cheekbones, blending in with the light orange of her dress.

"When Bobby sees you, he's going to faint." Sarah commented, winking a little as she examined her own self in the mirror. Thanks to Bailey and her way with words, she was able to score her hairdresser and make-up artist to work their magic on her as well; graciously handing over the soft pink dress they had brought for back-up incase something tragic happened to her own new gown.

"Oh wow. You're hilarious." she turned to face her. "Sweetie, Bobby's gonna faint when he sees you." she smiled as she watched a little pink appear on her cheeks. "Plus, he's not even the one I'm trying to impress tonight." Bailey trailed off, disconnecting her stare.

- - - - -

"A red carpet, for a movie premiere?" Bailey forced out a little chuckle as their limo pulled up to the entrance of the theater. Sitting in-between Sarah and Bobby in the lit up vehicle, her stomach began to knot up as she stared through the tinted window at all the people. In addition to the flashes from various, high-tech cameras, the screams from kids their age and younger, all of it could be seen and heard through the glass. Seeing all the people roped off, and all the other stars scattered around, it was highly overwhelming.

"Psh, it's not red. It's maroon." Bobby corrected with a tiny smirk.

"Oh, well my bad.." Bailey chuckled, putting her hands up in defense.

"Yeah, that's what I said." he laughed, then looked from Bailey, then to Sarah. "You guys ready?" he asked, his hand moving to the door handle. After taking a deep breath, Bailey nodded her head as Bobby pushed the door open, the screams becoming louder as the barrier was broken to the outside world.

Taking Bobby's hand, Bailey's heels clicked as they hit the concrete. Sarah stepped out after, finding her way around the side and around the crowd, making her way into the theater where she'd meet back up with them at their seats.

Within seconds, Bailey was lead onto the front of the carpet, Bobby's hand casually making it's way to the small of her back, slowly leading her down the never-ending line of screaming and flashing. The fact that so many people knew her name was insane. The paparazzi yelling for her to 'Look here!' and 'Smile big!' gave her a feeling of importance. Touching the hands of 'fans' yelling that they loved her, how she's their 'hero'. It seemed a bit odd to her, since they hadn't even seen anything yet.

Being pulled to that side by a 'Disney 365' host, Bobby and Bailey were wrapped up in a two minute questionnaire involving their movie 'Traffic Jam'. Taking briefly about the hard tasks on set, and remembering different lines, the little interview was over in no time. A smile never left her face throughout all the commotion. Her breathing was steady as her heart pumped over-time, taking in everything around her.

"No, no. This is amazing! We wouldn't change it for the world." Bailey's ears perked up as a familiar voice was heard off behind her. How she was able to hear it over all the screaming, she couldn't say, but her body began to heat up as she spun around, her eyes scanning the other people on the maroon carpet. "Yeah, we're just here supporting our good friend Bailey, and we can't wait to see the movie." Bailey watched as Kevin smiled into a camera, standing beside Nick in their tight pants and jackets.

"So where's your other brother, Joe?" the interviewer asked, shifting the mic from her mouth to Nick's who was looking a little uneasy.

"Oh, he got really sick last night. The Chinese we had for dinner messed with his stomach, so he stayed home. He's really sorry that he couldn't make it, but he sends his love out to everyone." Nick smiled into the camera, nodding into the mic.

From across the way, Bailey turned back around, putting her back towards them as her heart sunk in her chest. For the first time since she left the hotel, her smile faded as her mind blanked out. It was at that moment that she wanted to leave. She was so wrapped up in her own mind that she hadn't even realized that Bobby had lead her down the rest of the carpet. Within the next passing moment, they made their way into the gigantic theater and to their seats, Bailey falling into the velvet cushioned bottom next to Sarah.

"Well that was something, aye?" she chuckled, looking over at Bailey's expressionless face. "Hey Boo, smile! You're freaking famous now." Sarah nudged her, getting a weak chuckle out of her. "What's wrong?"

Bailey went to answer until she noticed three familiar faces make their way to their seats a few rows in front of them. She couldn't help but smile as she heard a faint, whiney voice speak as they took their seats.

"-But Mommy, what if I tall bald guy sits in front of me? I won't be able to see!" Frankie stated worriedly, his big eyes looking up at Mrs.Jonas who was smiling down on him.

"Then I'll just sit you up on your father's lap, sweetie." she laughed, then rustled his hair before he slid back into his seat.

"-Just a little amazed with everything, that's all." Bailey finally responded, looking over at Sarah and nodding her head. Somewhat convinced, she nodded, then began to glance around as other people took their seats.

Within minutes, Bailey noticed Kevin and Nick take their seats as well, next to their parents. It killed her even more to see the entire family without Joe. It was because he wasn't there that she couldn't make herself go over and say a simple 'hey' for them. She had noticed them glancing all over, looking for her, but she didn't have the heart to approach them herself. She was the reason the life of their family wasn't there with them. Sick off Chinese food? Joe didn't even like Chinese.

It wasn't too long before 'Traffic Jam' was announced. Before the movie started rolling, the entire audience was informed that there'd be a little ceremony afterwards at the hall two blocks from the theater and everyone was invited. Without blatantly stating it was an 'after party', the crowd became anxious. It was just then when the lights dimmed and the movie began rolling.

Five minutes into the movie and Bailey was cringing. Seeing herself in the big screen felt so awkward, not to mention she couldn't even remember what was even supposed to happen in the script since her mind was elsewhere. Every other minute, she'd glance down at Joe's empty seat wishing he was there, her heart breaking every time. She couldn't take it any more.

Right then, she stood up from her seat, attracting the attention of Bobby who was sitting next to her. His eyes looked up in confusion as her hands waved for him to move.

"I have to use the bathroom." she hissed, getting Bobby to move his legs. Making her way past him and out of the theater, her hand dug into her purse for her phone. Seeing that it was only 7pm, she shoved her phone back in and rushed outside. Rushing up to the only limo parked outside, she knocked quickly on the window, anticipating the man in the tux behind the wheel to roll down the window. Once he did, Bailey began rambling. "I really need to get to -"

"Get in." he stated, leaning forward so she could see he face. He was their limo driver from earlier. Looking a bit confused, Bailey began to rethink her naivety. "Bobby already told me, get in. I'll take you right now." Pausing only for a moment, she slid into the passengers seat, her mind set on what she was going to say showing up on Joe's doorstep.

2010-09-01T19:53:00.000-07:00

"Tell me why I'm here again." Bobby stated, his hands deep into the pockets of his blue jeans as Bailey's hand shuffled through the racks of a formal shop on the Strip. Her eyes were wide as they scanned the colors and cuts of the dressed before her, nothing was catching her eye.

"Because, the premiere is tomorrow and I don't even have anything to wear yet!" she spat out, moving to another rack as her sneakers squeaked on the shiny, marble floor. "Plus, I needed to get out."

"Cheya you did." Bobby chuckled, standing off behind her. "When I walked in at noon, you were still in your PJ's with a spoon and a jar of peanut butter. Luckily, I was your savior." Bailey laughed at his last line.

"Sure, just keep telling yourself that." her eyes continued to shift from dress to dress as the metal hanger clinked in front of her on the rack.

"Excuse me." a male who looked to be in his last twenties approached Bailey, a tiny lisp on his voice as he folding his hands in front of his body. His black rimmed glasses make his bleached spikes pop as his bright green eyes stared at her in somewhat of an annoyance. "Are you having trouble finding the right prices? If so, there's cheap-o store around the corner that you can take your last season, sweatpants wearing hobo to and find something affordable." the man cracked, his voice bold as Bailey and Bobby both turned to look at him in shock.

"No, I'm just having trouble finding a beautiful dress. This store seems to have everything else but that." without hesitation, Bailey snapped, her eyes flaming as her hand moved from the rack and gripped her purse. "Oh, and money isn't the issue. It's your lack of style." she continued, eyeing the conniving man and spilling her guts. Since her and Bobby entered the store twenty minutes prior to their exchange of words, the man had been shooting glares their way the entire time. Looking down upon them and assuming as if they didn't have any business being there pissed Bailey off to some extent. Not to mention, she was pretty stressed out with thoughts of Joe. This man's smart mouth and ignorance seemed to push her off the edge. "C'mon Bobby, I'll spend my $10,000 paycheck elsewhere." her eyes squinted at the man, then grabbed Bobby's arm and yanked him out of the store, letting go once they were out of site.

"Jeeze. You're like a ticking time bomb." he chuckled, looking over at her, trying to lighten up her mood a bit. Her eyes stayed straight ahead as her body tensed up. "Talk to me."

"There's nothing to talk about." she replied bluntly before stopping in front of another store. Yanking open the glass door, she stepped inside, Bobby right behind her.

"You're so full of lies!" his voice was soft as he released another chuckle. "It's him, isn't it?" she stayed quiet, her legs moving over to the nearest rack of dresses. "You haven't said anything about him since that night you babysat. . . Ohhh." he cooed, then literally smacked himself in the forehead. "So, you gonna tell me what happened?"

"Oh, look at this one." Bailey exclaimed, holding up the bottom of a light pink dress.

"Bails, seriously. Just -" Bobby and Bailey both stopped at the sound of a familiar voice.

"Look, I'm just here to return this ugly thing. That's all." the feminine voice exclaimed. Quickly, Bailey dipped down behind a rack of dresses in the center of the store, leaving the view of the counter.

"Are you kidding me? Out of all people, we run into her." Bailey hissed, peeking through the dresses, watching as Jasmine finger nails clicked on the countertop.

"Hello, still waiting." she spat at the woman at the register.

"Reason for return?" the woman hesitantly asked, her scared eyes looking across at Jasmine.

"I don't even like it. I got it only because Joseph just loved it." she flicked her long hair off her shoulders. "I really think it's boring and ugly, which is why I brought it back." she finished simply. "I need something more. . .more. . ."

"Skanky?" Bailey asked, standing and making herself viewable. Jasmine quickly spun around, and obvious look of offense playing on her face. "Makes sense, since it'll match your personality perfectly."

"Oh no." Bobby mumbled behind her, slowly straightening out his body as well.

"Excuse me?" Jasmine shrieked, moving the sunglasses that were covering her eyes to the top of her head, her other hand shooting to her waist.

"I don't believe I st-stuttered." Bailey stated, placing her hand on her throat only for a moment to add more 'umph' to her comment, her eyes glaring at MissThing in front of her.

"Bailey, don't -" she barely even heard Bobby's voice off to the side. She was too busy paying attention to the girl standing before. The girl that was to blame for all the chaos over the past month and a half.

"If that's what you want to say Joe likes, that's fine by me." Jasmine smirked, shrugging her shoulders and making Bailey laugh.

"Hun, you act as if he's even into you. You're his co-worker, not his girlfriend." she snapped, watching Jasmine's smirk fade for a millisecond before it reappeared.

"That makes two of us." her eyes flickered, declaring war. "Besides, if he didn't like me, he wouldn't have let me re-name that dirty little thing you call a pet."

"HA! Taco?" Bailey cackled. "Oh please, as if you even have a say to what his name is."

"It's Twiggy, and I believe I do." she responded boldly, as if her tone was supposed to be intimidating or something.

"Bullshit." she replied quickly, making her gasp.

"You did not just curse at me!" she squeaked, her jaw dropping and her fist balling up.

"Oh, I believe I did." Bailey smirked, her stare not breaking.

"No wonder Joe got rid of you. You're so immature." she rolled her eyes, causing Bailey to squint hers. Not really knowing what to come back with, Bailey turned to her side, glancing back at Bobby.

"I'll show you maturity." she snapped. "Don't worry, Bobby. I'll be the bigger person, right now." she muttered, it looking as if she was going to turn and just walk away.

Instead, Bailey spun around in the opposite direction and slapped Jasmine in the face, the smack echoing through the store followed by a scream and then a grunt. Jasmine instantly grabbed onto Bailey's shoulders and pushed her backwards, her back colliding with the rack of dresses as her feet stumbled underneath her. Catching her balance and yanking herself from her grasp, Bailey's arms started flailing all over the place, her fists coming into contact with Jasmine's body a few times as Bobby and the woman at the counter yelled for them to stop. For some reason, one line stood out from all the rest as if an alarm was set off inside of them.

"If you don't stop, I'm calling the cops!" she woman cried hopelessly. The movement between the girls stopped as Jasmine jumped away, straightening out her shirt and wiping her bloody lip before grabbing her purse off the counter. Within seconds, she stormed out of the store leaving Bailey standing there; hair a mess and dresses scattered all over the place as the woman reached for her phone.

"Aw man, you don't need to call anyone!" Bailey exclaimed, darting to the counter, her hands gripping the edge. Quickly, the woman jumped back, a little startled from her sudden movement. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she pleaded.

"Way to go, Bails." Bobby chuckled from behind, stepping over the dresses and appearing to her side as her eyes looked at the counter. Laying off towards the left of the register was the dress Jasmine returned. It was a long, silky, low-cut, light orange dress, accompanied with rhinestones around the straps and slit. It was absolutely gorgeous.

"Here, here." Bailey reached into her purse. "Don't call the cops, I'll buy the dress!" she stated quickly, snapping open her wallet for her new credit card as the woman relaxed a little. Sliding the plastic on the counter and looking up at the woman, she hesitantly took the card and rang her up.

Within minutes and after a polite and awkward, 'Thanks for shopping!', Bailey and Bobby exited the store. Their steps were silent for a moment before Bobby burst out into laughter, receiving a confused glare from Bailey as she looked over at him.

"You need that boy so much, you don't even realize." he stated, shaking his head and looking down, instantly sparking her attention at his choice of words.

"Why is that?" she asked, her voice hardening.

"I don't think you're ready for this. . ." he trailed off, looking away from her stare as they continued down the Strip.

"Bobby, I swear. Just say it." Bailey snapped, getting a little aggravated. She had her dress, the premiere was tomorrow, she just rumbled with some girl, and Joe was still on her mind; she was only a little stressed.

"Alright, alright. I'm about to give you the best advice ever." he cleared his throat. "'When you love someone, and they break your heart. Don't give up on love, have faith; restart.' -Quoted from someone amazing, who you need right now." Bobby paused with a sigh. "Working with you in the beginning was so much fun. You were full of laughter, full of smiles. Now that he's out of the picture, you're completely miserable and I can't stand even being around you."

"Well, good thing the movie is over with, huh? Now you don't have to be around me." she stated, feeling a slight burn in her eye as the venom slipped from her mouth.

"Yep. A really good thing." he emphasized, knowing she'd take his response the wrong way.

"Thanks, you're such a good friend." she muttered.

"Now you have time to be with him; become who you were when I first met you. You can have your boy back." Bobby replied honestly, pausing for a moment as she obtained his words. "You need him."

2010-09-01T19:49:00.000-07:00

With her legs crossed and a paper plate on her lap loaded with pizza bagels, Bailey chewed away next to Frankie on the couch in the living room. With pizza sauce covering his face, he continued grubbing as well.

Even with Scooby-Doo on the television in front of her, Bailey's mind seemed to drown out every 'Yikes!' exclaimed by Shaggy himself. Oh the irony. It wasn't too long before she turned at the sound of a door closing upstairs. Listening to a set of feet clomping down the steps, she spun around to see Joe entering the living room with an acoustic guitar in his hands.

"Oh no." Bailey barley got out of her full mouth. Quickly chewing and gulping down, Velma let out a 'Jinkies!' on the TV. Moving quickly to set her plate down on the end of the table, Bailey went to stand up.

"No, sit!" Joe spat.

"Frankie, go eat in your room." Bailey turned to the little boy who looked like his missed his mouth a few times with that bagel.

"-But mom says I'm not- " he began, his voice high.

"Nonsense! Go ahead, you're allowed." she lied, knowing she was going to have to clean up whatever mess he made before Mr. and Mrs.Jonas got home.

"-But I wanna see if Scooby - " Frankie started again, his whine sounding like nails on a chalkboard. With a quick movement of her arm, Bailey grabbed the remote control and clicked off the television.

"They live, I promise. Now go." she hurried him out, then turned to Joe. "You too."

"I'm not going anywhere." Joe started boldly, sitting down into the love seat adjacent to the couch Bailey was on.

"Fine, then I will." she then stood and began walking away. A hand on her shoulder startled her as she turned to see Joe behind her and his guitar tossed onto the couch.

"No, you're gonna sit down and you're gonna listen." he stated, then pulled her back down. Her backside reluctantly reconnected with the cushion as Joe sat next to her and grabbed his guitar.

"No. I'm not going to listen. Joe, you know I -" Bailey was cut off.

"-Can't resist when I sing to you? Exactly. Now shut up." he spat, then placed his fingers on the neck of his guitar, his eyes looking down at the strings. The oxygen in Bailey's lungs froze as Joe's voice filled her ears, the notes from the chords blending and backing his vocals perfectly

"Can you hear me? Does anyone around me
Feel the way that I feel now?
'Cause from the window where I sometimes cry
I just wanna see your face tonight.
And I'm willing to lose everything I am.

'Cause I need you more than ever.
I need your help to find where I've been going wrong so far."

Bailey's eyes began to water as she listened to the boy pour his heart out. With every lyric and every note, her heart began to ache. His voice was full of sincerity and hope as his eyes continued to stare downward, never meeting hers since the first strum. He had her.

"When you're near me, I feel like I just found me
In the traces of the boy from yesterday.
But in a world that is so black and white
I will take the steps to change my life
And I won't be coming back here again.

Now I need your loving hand to guide me
Through the maze of all the things inside me.
And then I'll know that I'm alright."

That was it. Joe's eyes shifted up and met hers as he continued, a tear finally slipping from her eye. Quickly, she wiped it away as he locked his stare, his captivating, oh-so-familiar stare. The one that she fell in love with. The one she was still in love with.

"Please help me get from worse to better
Before these tears soak through this lonely sweater.
And let me know that I'm alright.
I still have one strike of this match left
And I'm holding onto my last breath
And it's getting a little dark around to see here.

Take me under your wing tonight.
Make me so perfect in your eyes.
Hold on, it'll be alright.
You're not alone.

And you'll be here forever.
Forever you'll stay.
And you promise to love me.
You'll love me always."

"I hate you so much." the words left Bailey's body in almost a whimper, her emotions flowing out of her with every tear as Joe put his guitar down, his eyes tearing up as well. She knew she didn't mean it, he knew she didn't mean it; it was actually the exact opposite of how she felt. As if it was one swift movement, Bailey leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his body, her chin resting on his shoulder as she pulled his chest into hers. Instantly, Joe wrapped his arms around her warm waist and squeezed, letting his eyes close as he inhaled her scent that almost put him into a trance. Holding onto her body was like holding onto the world, it was something he didn't want to let go of. Feeling her hot tears on his neck, he squeezed even harder, afraid that she was going to disappear at any given moment. It had to be a dream. There was no way he was holding onto her again.

"You don't know how sorry I am." he croaked, his warm breath hovering down the collar of her shirt as she squeezed her eyes shut, her hands still grasping his body. Just holding onto him made her feel a thousand times better, it made her forget about everything as she breathed in his aroma. Her tense body relaxed in his arms as he turned his neck and kissed the side of her head, warmth and love spreading throughout her body once again.

"I know, I know." she mumbled. "I am too." her voice faded out, causing Joe to slowly pull away from her.

"Bails, you didn't do anything." he stated softly. "It's my fault. I started all this." Joe's mind quickly returned to the present time as Bailey wiped her eyes and looked away from him. It was silent for a moment before she stood from the couch, one arm sliding under her elbow as she propped her hand over her mouth.

"I still don't get why you ended it in the first place." her voice cracked before she turned around to face him.

"Things were crazy. With the show, your movie. There wasn't any time. I told you this." he stated boldly, then took a deep breath. "I know I took it too far, but I wanted to see if I could make it without you. It was hectic, and I knew at some point, some time, we'd go through something like this." Joe paused as his heart sped up. "I couldn't do it, Bails. I couldn't go on without you." she looked away from him, her eyes focusing on everything else but him.

"Well, I'm still trying to see if I can go on without you." she replied softly, her eyes locking onto his, her hand falling from her mouth and crossing in front of her chest. It hurt to see the sadness drown out the life in his eyes, but she needed to do this. She needed time to think things over and see if she really needed him.

"What are you talking about?" Joe asked, his voice cracking as well and his mind racing, wondering why the moment that felt so right only minutes ago felt like it was just shot to hell. Bailey shook her head as she slipped on her shoes.

"I'll just see you at the premiere." she concluded, her eyes leaving his and her hand grabbing her purse. "Tell Frankie I had to go." she got out before exiting the house, leaving the person she wanted standing in the living room speechless.

2010-09-01T19:43:00.000-07:00

"But Mom! I don't wanna go!" Joe whined, on his mother's heels as she entered the living room. His fingers played with the bright tie around his neck as his puppy dog eyes burned a hole in the back of her head. It wasn't for a moment when she turned around to face him as she sat down on the couch. "She's just so. . .so. . .ugh."

"Joseph, you agreed to go out to dinner with her and you're going. You gave her your word." Mrs.Jonas stated, looking up at her son.

"It's Jasmine! I thought you hated her? Why won't you let me just stay home?" he almost squeaked at how his own mother was turning on him.

"You know I don't hate people. . .But you can't back out on your word. You're going to dinner and that's final." she stated.

"What about Frankie?! You and dad are going out, Kevin and Nick are going to a movie; hello? Me, stay here with Frankie. It's completely logical!" Joe continued, trying to come up with an excuse bold enough to be able to bail on dinner with Jasmine.

"Joseph Adam, if I have to tell you one more time; I swear, boy." her eyes narrowed at him, then softened after a moment. "Besides, I already have someone taking care of Frankie, thanks for your concern." she nodded, then looked from him then to the television. "Was that a car door I heard outside?" her voice perked up, causing Joe to exit the living room and make his way over to the door.

"Hope you have fun tonight, mother." he forced a smiled, then exited the house to see Jasmine already making her way up the walkway.

Only moments after Joe left the house, Mr.Jonas entered the living room as he slid his arms into his light jacket. Patting his pants down and feeling his wallet and cell phone, he smiled down at his wife as she stood from the couch.

"Kids gone?" he asked, she happily nodded.

"Kevin and Nick left about 10 minutes ago, Joe just left, and Bailey should be here any -" Mrs.Jonas stopped as the doorbell echoed through the house. Her eyes flickering and a tiny smile appearing on her face, she made her way over and opened the door.

"Hey Mrs.J." Bailey smiled, stepping in cautiously, glancing around behind her for any familiar faces. After saying hello to Papa J, she averted her attention back to Mrs.Jonas.

"Don't worry, sweetie. Joseph just left. It's just you and Frankie for the night." she reassured her. "Kevin and Nick should be back before him, so you won't have any. . .encounters, if you want to call it." she kept her warm smile on her face. "We won't be back 'til late, but you don't have anything to worry about."

"-And thanks for coming on such short notice." Mr.Jonas added, following his wife out the door. Smiling an 'anytime' as the door closed, Bailey turned to the quiet house. The fact that it was quiet with Frankie irked her a bit.

"FRANKIE!" she called out, setting her purse down on the edge of the couch and kicking off her shoes. Still, the house was quiet. "Frankieee." she continued to coo, approaching the basement door.

"You gotta find me!" she faintly heard his voice, then yanked the door open to see the basement was already lit. Biting her lip and killing her smirk, she silently stepped downward, her fingers trailing along the railing before she hit the landing at the bottom. Glancing around the open space, she looked out for any sight of movement. Biting her tongue, she noticed a big lump of something on the couch with a blanket over top of it.

"Hm, I wonder where he could be. . " she spoke out loud, tiptoeing towards the couch, watching as the blanket shook a little from the laughter that Frankie was trying to contain. About to pounce on him, Bailey noticed a lit up case on the shelf above the television. "Aw." she cooed, forgetting about Frankie and averting her attention to the gecko laying before her. "What the -" she breathed out, reading the new name-tag by his lid. In hot pink, foamy letters, 'Twiggy' was spelled out neatly where 'Taco' used to be. "Bullshit." she murmured, peeling the letters off before reaching her hand in and grabbing the orange gecko.

"Hey!" Frankie exclaimed, causing Bailey to spin around. "You were supposed to find me!" he cried, the blanket flying off of his body and to the floor. "Woah, he's orange again." he exclaimed, shooting up from where he was laying and stopped in front of Bailey, his tiny fingers coming up and stroking the back of Taco's scaly head.

"Wasn't he always orange?" she questioned, looking down at his shaking head. "Oh."

"I'm hungry! Mommy said not to eat anything until you got here." he whined, pulling his hand back and looking up at her. "She said it'd give you something to do."

After putting Taco back in his case, Bailey followed Frankie back upstairs and into the kitchen. Yanking open the fridge, she observed the contents inside.

"You want pizza bagels?" she yelled to him in the living room.

"We don't have any. Joe ate them all!" he yelled back, crossing his legs on the couch as he turned on the Disney Channel.

"We'll make our own, not those frozen ones." she stated. "Come in here and help me!"

"No!" he yelled back stubbornly.

"Frankie, you little fart. If you want to eat, come in here and help me!" Bailey continued, pulling out a jar of pizza sauce and bag of shredded mozzarella. Grabbing the bag of mini-bagels off the counter, she carried the contents to the table where Frankie was now seated with his arms crossed in front of his chest. "Oh smile, you little Gremlin." she laughed, poking his side and making a smile appear on his lips.

Within minutes, cheese and globs of sauce were all over the table. A little red dab topped off Frankie's nose as a few finger marks accompanied Bailey's cheeks. Laughter echoed through the house as they lined up numerous completed pizza bagels on the baking sheet. Standing from the wooden chair, Bailey grabbed an oven mitt off the oven door and pulled it open, placing the sheet onto the middle rack of the 350degree hot box. The door squeaked shut as the front door to the house cracked open.

Hearing a car door and a vehicle drive off, Bailey looked down at Frankie as they listened to the door shut. Waving at him to come to her, Bailey motioned for Frankie to hide under the table since they didn't know who had entered the house. Grabbing a large carving knife out of the holder on the kitchen counter, Bailey leaned up against the wall as she inched towards the corner of the kitchen. Mouthing for Frankie to stay quiet, she quickly turned the corner to come face to face with Joe.

"Holy shit, Bails!" he exclaimed, his hands instantly shooting up in innocence. Quickly, she looked over at her own hand and lowered the knife before turning back into the kitchen. Jamming it back into the holder on the counter, she turned and glared at him.

"You're not supposed to be home." she stated bluntly, waving for Frankie to come out from under the table. "You scared the crap out of us."

"Well, um." Joe stood there uneasily for a moment before clearing his throat and taking in his surroundings. "Looks like you two had fun." he chuckled, looking at the white specks of cheese that were scattered on the table top. He then looked back to Bailey who was wiping her saucy face.

"What are you doing home?" she asked before grabbing a sponge off the side of the sink to clean up their mess.

"Oh, I uh, kinda have a stomach ache. . .and a little head ache. . .and my back sort of aches a little too." he forced out, slipping his hands into his pockets as he leaned against the doorframe. Within seconds, Frankie shook his head and exited the kitchen.

"Kinda? Little? Sort of? Nice, Joseph." she forced out a chuckle, then wiped down the table, her lam catching the bits of cheese.

"I just didn't want to be there, with her." he stated, his eyes studying her movement as she trailed to the trashcan and wiped off her hands.

"With who?" Bailey questioned, turning to look at him as she tossed the sponge into the sink.

"Um, Jasmine." he reluctantly replied, averting his eyes away from hers.

"Figures." she sighed, then made her way past him and into the living room, letting her body fall down into the couch. Within a moment, Joe followed her and sat on the opposite side of where she was.

"She just talks so damn much. . .It's like. . .just shut up." Joe groaned, hoping that he could think of something to say to relieve the tension between them.

"Then why'd you go?" she questioned curiously, looking over at him.

"Mom made me." he sighed, then looked away from her. "But I bailed anyway and decided to come back here." he shrugged.

"Did you know I was going to be here?" Joe's eyes looked over into her blue ones, pausing for a moment before he shook his head.

"Nah, but mom kind of hinted towards you being the one watching Frankie." he shrugged, a piece of dark hair falling into his eyes. It wasn't for a moment before he decided to move it with a swing of his head, making Bailey almost choke on her own oxygen. She absolutely loved it when he did that.

"So, um." she cleared her throat. "Why would she do that?" Joe's eyes found hers again.

"I'm not quite sure. Maybe she planned it." he lied, then caught her eye once again. He knew exactly why. "Maybe she wants us back together or something." he finished, his tone sounding as if he was guessing. "Everyone in this house misses you, Bails."

"-And I miss every single person in this house as well." she replied, her voice and her stare breaking only for a moment. "But too bad this wasn't my choice."

"Aw, c'mon. Don't say that."

"Why? It's true." Bailey spat. "You ended it, Joe. Not me."

"Yeah, and I shouldn't have." he stated, his body turning on the cushion to fully face her. "Bails, I regret it so much. I got lost in all the work, there wasn't any time." he rambled. "I'm sorry. If I could take it back, I would." Bailey began to feel her eyes sting a bit as they shifted downward.

"Me too." she muttered, facing forward and away from him.

"So, can you let me fix things? Can we just forget about that stupid argument and just get back together?" Joe pleaded, his voice almost cracking. "Bails, I miss you so much."

"Are they done yet?!" Frankie called from the basement, interjecting into the conversation. Rising from the couch, Bailey wiped her eyes, ignoring Joe's words and headed into the kitchen.

"Yeah, Terd. Almost done." she yelled back, almost cracking as the hot air from the oven kissed her cheeks. Pulling out the hot tray and placing it on the stove, she took off the mitt and made her way back into the living room; Joe was gone

2010-09-01T19:42:00.000-07:00

"Don't you agree?" Joe's ears perked up at the spike in her voice. Instantly, he nodded before she continued her rant about the most pointless things. He began to zone out again, playing with the straw in his cup as he sat at the little table at the pizza parlor across from Jasmine, the girl he thought was becoming a little more, but now realized that there wasn't even a chance. At the studio and hanging out at his house, Jasmine seemed like a cool girl. But after 3 hours of shopping, and now lunch, Joe realized he was in way over his head. "-And I freaked! Could you believe she said that to me?!" Jasmine asked, her eyes locking onto his.

"No way, really?" Joe questioned, trying to sound as into the conversation as much as he could. Luckily, his tone was convincing enough and Jasmine continued blabbering.

After letting out a tiny sigh, Joe began to zone out again, thinking about the movie premiere that was going to take place the following week. He couldn't wait to see Bailey again, as confusing as that may sound. Once she walked away from him that one day, after he pretty much ended things, he hadn't seen her. He had heard about her, was updated on the tiny things from his mother, but he hadn't seen her with his own two eyes.

It was another minute as his eyes began to drift. Looking past Jasmine, and past the table behind her, he noticed their waiter approaching with a smile. After declining any refills and extra napkins, Joe kept his smile as he watched the polite man walk away. It wasn't until he noticed a familiar face off in the distance that he choked in his own saliva, instantly attracting Jasmine's attention.

"I know! I can't believe she said that either!" she exclaimed, then continued on as Joe regained his composure. He eyed Jasmine for a moment before averting his eyes back to, what he now realized, was Bobby Blake's table. Ten seconds didn't pass until he identified the other person he was with; his own Bailey.

Joe couldn't help himself, he had to stare. Even if it was just the back of her head, it was the most he'd seen of her in the past week. That was just enough to trip him back into their little game.

Giving an occasional head-nod to Jasmine after every pause, Joe constantly looked past her and at Bailey. Accidentally keeping his stare a little too long, he watched as she casually turned around in her seat, her eyes immediately finding his; she knew he was there. Feeling his lips curve into a smile of acknowledgement, his face instantly dropped when he saw her eyes widen and her body spin back around, her arm hitting her glass of soda and knocking it over into her lap. Joe flinched from across the patio of tables as Bailey shot up from her seat, sponging her front side with a hand full of napkins as the root beer soaked into her clothing. Within seconds, she disappeared from the table and into the restaurant. Instinctively, Joe wanted to get up and run after her, but he knew that it was the wrong time and place. He didn't have to do anything.

- - - - -

Biting her lip, Bailey's eyes watered as she wiped her shirt down in the bathroom. Glancing up into the mirror in front of her for only a second, her cheeks reddened even more of embarrassment. She couldn't believe what had just happened.

After slamming the damp paper towel into the trash bin, Bailey closed her eyes and leaned forward on the porcelain sink, slowly building herself back up so she could walk out as if nothing was bothering her. Right now, it wasn't the fact that her entire front side was stained a faded brown color, it was because Joe was sitting out there waiting for her reappearance.

Taking a deep breath, Bailey started for the door. Looking down and flattening out her shirt, she pushed open the door with her elbow, her focus down below. After the turned the corner out of the bathroom lobby, she collided with something hard. Almost falling over, she felt a pair of hands grab her sides, pulling her back into balance. It was a moment before an imaginary electric surge spread throughout her body as she realized who caught her from falling. It was Joseph.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you, literally." Joe almost stuttered, not really knowing how she was going to act towards him. It had been so long, talking to her almost seemed like a brand new thing.

"It's alright, don't worry about it." she replied, placing her hands on his and removing them from her waist. Pressing her lips together and raising her eyebrows, Bailey began to step around him to head back to her table. She stopped once she felt his warm grasp on her upper arm, making her turn around to give him an attentive look.

"Are you alright?" he asked, sincerity in his voice, his eyes staring back into her blue pools as she watched him stare down at where his skin touched hers.

"Fine. Thanks for caring." she faked a tiny smile, then continued her way back to her table.

Joe stood there for a moment, still letting everything seep in. Still a little high off her touch, and even scent, he continued to zone out, looking like an idiot while standing in the middle of the bathroom lobby with a weird gaze. After returning to reality, he finally realized something; he probably just ruined the best thing that ever happened to him.

About fifteen minutes flew by, Bailey was back at the table with Bobby and Joe had returned to Jasmine. Bailey chewed away on her pizza, completely getting lost in her thoughts about everything. Their new movie, the premiere, Joe. Bobby knew not to talk to her because he could see her mind cranking away. If it was one thing he learned from his mother, it was not to question a woman when she had something on her mind; don't speak unless spoken to. And boy, you better say what they want to hear if you're asked.

"Is he looking over here?" Bailey hissed, keeping her back to Joe's table as her eyes locked on Bobby's. He shifted his eyes and caught hold of Joe's stare. After sighing, he gave her a little nod which made a tiny whimper leave Bailey's body as she let the crust of her pizza fall to the plastic plate.

"Forget about him." Bobby leaned forward and whispered. "He's not even worth it, Bails." Her eyes watered, looking over into is.

"I can't." she replied. "I can't forget about him, Bobby. I want him so bad."

"Well then, go for him." he replied hopelessly, not knowing what it was that she wanted to hear.

"I can't." Bailey spat, almost wanting to slam her head down on to the table.

"You know, I'm getting kind of sick of you." he stated, his voice sounding a little annoyed.

"What!" she exclaimed, a little surprised at this tone.

"Yeah, you say you're over the boy and that you're gonna try to move on, and now you're sitting here and have basically, like. . .melted all over again at the sight of him. It's kinda hard to -"

"Ugh." she groaned, putting her face into her hands that were propped up onto the table with her elbows.

"Yep, he's definitely looking now."

"Thanks, faggot." Bailey muttered, then listened to the silence between them for a moment. "I just. . .don't know what to do."

"Want my opinion?" Bobby offered, his eyes perking up.

"Please." she simply replied, actually putting all her attention towards him.

"There's nothing that you can do, really. It's all up to him now." he sighed, then leaned back in his chair. "I know that's not what you really want to hear, but you've pretty much done your part."

"I wouldn't say so." she stated.

"And why is that?" he asked, a bit intrigued.

"If you haven't noticed, a relationship takes two. It doesn't matter who makes the move. It just matters if there's even a move made in the first place." Bailey admitted, pretty much stating it straight out. "The thing is. . .I don't know if I want to make that move."

"See, that's where you lose me." Bobby admitted. "You say you're into him, then you don't want to do anything to try and get him back. Why?"

"Fear." she responded bluntly. "Fear that'll he'll just throw it all away again."

2010-09-01T19:38:00.000-07:00

"An entire week off?" Joe repeated, staring across from his mother at the breakfast table. His father and brothers surrounded it as well as the scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast plates were passed around.

"Mhm. Isn't it great? Mr.Parker decided that since everyone was working so hard, he'd give the entire crew a week off. Since filming will be over only a few days after your little break, he said he wanted to get you all loosened up a bit for your last shots of the season." Mrs.Jonas stated happily. "Bailey has off too, isn't that great?!" the entire table snapped over to look at Joe after he dropped his steel fork onto his china plate.

"Yeah, isn't it great Joe? The reason you broke her heart was because you guys didn't have any time together, and now we have a week off that probably would've fixed things." he paused for a moment. "Regretting it yet?" Kevin eyed him from across the table, then received 'the look' from his mother. He then bowed his head down in apology before he began eating.

"Yeah, great." Joe muttered, his fingers twirling the for between his fingers as his mind began to drift. He himself wasn't sure why he let her go so easily. -And the answer to Kevin's question? Of course. Why wouldn't he regret it? Almost his entire family was looking down upon him because of it, which made him realize another thing; this certainly wasn't the way things should be.

The Jonas family ate for another ten minutes before Joe offered to clear the table. With the plates and silver ware for five clinked in his arms, the doorbell rang, signaling Frankie to jump out of his seat.

"I got it. I got it. I got it. I got it!" he squealed, running through the house and to the front door. With a few yanks of the doorknob, Frankie finally got a good enough grip to pull it open. Instantly his face dropped before spinning around and running away from the open door. "Ewww." he cried, rushing back into the kitchen and to his mother's chair.

"Frankie honey, who is it?" Mrs.Jonas laughed, bringing her eye level down to his.

"I'll get it." Nick stated, placing the napkin from his lap on the table before he made his way into the living room himself. "Oh, hey Jasmine." he gave her a tiny smile, then waved for her to follow him into the kitchen. Once Kevin heard her name, her coughed up a little of his freshly-swallowed orange juice.

"Hey." Jasmine smiled, taking a glance at everyone in the kitchen, her eyes finally landing on Joe who just filled up the sink with the dirty dishes.

"Oh, hey." he smiled in return, wiping his hands on his pants from the access junk on the dishes.

"So, I was thinking." Jasmine began in front of the entire family. "Since we have the week off, me and you could go down to the shops and just hang out a little. Maybe pick up a little something for the premiere next week."

"What premiere?" Nick piped up, obviously paying attention to the arrangements that were being made right in front of him.

"The 'Traffic Jam' premiere, with Bobby Blake of course!" she smiled over at him. "It's supposed to be dressy, so I need to find an amazing dress!"

"Oh, with Bailey too, right?" Nick questioned, looking over at Jasmine. She nodded.

"Duh."

"Well, how nice." Nick flickered his eyebrows at Kevin before exiting the kitchen.

"Anyway, you up for it? -That is, if Denise says it's ok." Jasmine grinned, looking down at his mother who was still seated at the breakfast table.

"Oh, of course." Mrs.Jonas pushed out a smile before grasping onto her coffee mug.

"Cool. Let me go grab my wallet, and then we'll go." Joe smiled, then made his way out of the kitchen, Jasmine following close behind him. Kevin then shot his mom a questionable look after reading an annoyed expression on her face.

"Since when does that girl call me Denise?" she asked, her eyes looking over at her husband and then to Kevin. Looking displeased, she took another sip of her coffee and shook her head. "That's yet another reason why that boy is getting back with Bailey."

- - - - -

"Bailey, open up!" Bobby knocked on the door to her small home. "C'mon, Bails. Just let me in."

"No Bobby, I'm not going out today." she yelled from her cocoon on the couch. Wrapped up in her warm, fuzzy crème blanket, her pajama cover legs were wrapped up from top to bottom, her head sinking back into the cushion as her messy bun of hair began to sag.

"But it's a week off! You can't stay inside the whole time!" he exclaimed from the doorstep, his body leaning onto the oak frame.

"Watch me!" she yelled back.

"Don't make me pick the lock." he threatened, placing a hand on his hip as he stood outside.

"Do it." she challenged, her voice bold and intriguing, but deep down she could really care less. It got a little quiet for a minute, the tiny clicking of the doorknob filling her ears every few seconds. Surprisingly, it wasn't too long before she heard the door open and footsteps coming towards the living room.

"You want the 'I told you so' now or later?" Bobby grinned, looking down at her from behind the couch.

- - - - -

"I'm not eating." Bailey stated stubbornly, leaning back in the steel chair outside of a pizza parlor on a strip in LA. They were surrounded by various stores, other restaurants and a whole bunch of locals. They were both seated under a little umbrella table with two sodas and two menus. Bailey was only there because she was pretty much dragged and threatened with bodily harm.

"Oh come on. Just stop complaining and live a little." Bobby stated. "He's not the end of the world, you know."

"You have no idea." she muttered, her fingers playing with the corner of the leather-edged menu. It was quiet between the two for a moment as Bailey's eyes skimmed the various food items printed up in front of her. Out of nowhere, she let out a chuckle.

"What?" Bobby asked cautiously, not really knowing what to expect.

"I had Rhianna's 'Umbrella' song stuck in my head, and I was skimming the appetizers." she chuckled mid-sentence. "-And I saw mozzarella sticks, and then I was thinking. . .if like, I ordered them using the 'umbrella' beat." Bailey laughed again. "You know what I'm talking about?" Bobby reluctantly shook his head. "I'd be like, 'Hey, can I order the mozzarella-ella-ella sticks sticks sticks, order my mozzarella-ella-ella sticks sticks sticks sticks.'" she began laughing again at herself, watching as Bobby's face dropped.

"Why are you so weird." he laughed, shaking his head as she shrugged.

"You just don't have a sense of humor, that's all." Bailey grinned, then looked back down at the menu. After a moment of Bobby's silence, she looked back up at him. "What?" he quickly shook his head and looked at his own menu. "Bobby, seriously." she chuckled, causing him to look up and look past her. "Oh no, is you're girlfriend here?" she joked.

"I don't have a girlfriend."

"That would suck, I'd have to be like, -wait, what?" she questioned. "You told me in the beginning that you had a girlfriend."

"I know." he replied before taking a sip of his soda. "That was only so things wouldn't seem weird between us."

"Oh?"

"You were with Joe, and I was some new guy, and I didn't want it to be awkward, so I just said I had a girlfriend to avoid all the extra worried thoughts about various scenes and such. -You know what I mean?" he questioned, his tone sounding as if he was unsure of what her response would be.

"Oh. . ." Bailey replied. "Well, that's cool I guess?" she forced out a chuckle which resulted in Bobby giving her a nod. It was a few moments before waiter finally stopped by to take their orders. Luckily, Bailey didn't embarrass Bobby by ordering the mozzarella sticks. "What in the world do you keep staring at?" she asked, referring to the occasional glances he took behind her.

"Nothing." he chuckled hopelessly, then averted his eyes. Smirking, Bailey turned around to see what he'd been looking at. Her heart pretty much stopped when she saw Joe and Jasmine sitting off behind them at their own table.

2010-09-01T19:37:00.000-07:00

"Hurry, hurry!" Mrs.Jonas called out the window of her jet black Expedition as she put the vehicle in park, watching as her boys casually walked out of the warehouse and onto the moonlit sidewalk to the car. "I'm going to miss my new episode of House!"

"Hey Mom, nice to see you too." Joe smiled, climbing into the front passenger's seat as Kevin, Nick and Jasmine loaded into the back. "Hey, can we take Jasmine home?"

"Sure." Mrs.Jonas smiled, putting the SUV into gear after everyone was buckled up. After relaxing into his seat, a sweet, warm scent filled his nose. Instantly, he glanced over at his mother.

"Whatever you're wearing smells really good." he complimented honestly, breathing in the scent as he listened to the backseat-ers sniff away as well. Joe looked over at his mother and smiled.

"Son, what'd I tell you about brown-nosing?" she asked, causing Jasmine to snicker from behind her.

"What? I was being honest!" he exclaimed, turning in his seat to see a grin on his mother's face.

"Well, that's good." she replied, her voice perking up. "I'll let Bailey know you like her new perfume." Mrs.Jonas bit her tongue, trying to keep her face from lighting up at her son's speechlessness.

"Oh. . ." he trailed off, turning away and looking out the window. Instantly, he was taken back to a place he didn't want to be, erupting a feeling in his gut that he thought had dissolved a bit over the past week since he broke it off. Now that captivating scent and the thought of Bailey at the same time was a bit overwhelming. "Bailey was here?" Joe finally asked.

"Yeah, I just dropped her off at her house. I took her out to dinner and caught up on a few things." she cleared her throat. "-A few things that you forgot to mention to me, young man."

"Told you." Kevin muttered from the back, shaking his head in disgrace as Nick rolled his eyes. If anything, Kevin and Nick were pretty much pissed at Joe for dumping Bailey. Not to mention, they all knew that this Jasmine girl was to blame. She was working the chemistry in the script off-set and it was having a major effect on Joe. With Bailey not being there to fill that spot herself, he thought it was best to just, kind of, transform to someone else.

"Can we please talk about this later?" Joe pleaded, quickly shifting his eyes to the backseat at Jasmine, then back to his mother. After a simple nod, the low sound of Maroon 5 exited the speakers in the vehicle as everyone's vocal chords laid to rest. A few minutes passed before Joe reached for his vibrating phone in his pocket.

'Awkward. . . :]
-Jas'

Smiling down into his lap, Joe began to key back. It wasn't until after he sent his reply that a slight wave of déjà vu swept over him, causing a feeling of guilt to accompany his hungry stomach. That used to be his and Bailey's thing.

- - - - -

"I miss you so much." Bailey sighed into her cell, plopping down and kicking off her shoes as she sunk back into her soft, suede-like couch. Even if she was by herself in a little home in the middle of LA, it was the most comforting and calming place to be after a long day out. She absolutely loved the place Ross picked for her.

"You too, Boo." Sarah smiled into her receiver back home in Delaware. "How's everything going over there?" she asked, her bare feet clapping on the tiled floor in her kitchen as she reached and yanked open the refrigerator door.

"Well, after work Mrs.Jonas took me out to dinner and we talked for a while. We went to -" Bailey began happily, then stopped mid-sentence when Sarah interrupted.

"You went out to dinner with your ex-boyfriend's mother?" she asked, almost wanting to laugh at how messed up her question sounded.

"Yeah, well, apparently she 'adopted me into their family' and 'no matter what happens between me and Joseph, she still loves me'." Bailey breathed in, letting a laugh escape her own lips as she listened to Sarah cave on the other line.

"I can't believe it's been a week already. . ." her voice trailed off, hinting towards the major mess she had to pick verbally on the phone that day Joe called it quits. Since then, Bailey hadn't really spoken of him, by name anyway.

"Unfortunately."

"Have you seen the new Popstar!?" Sarah asked at of curiosity, finally walking out of the kitchen with an apple in her hand and her best friend on her ear.

"Amuse me, please." Bailey sighed, her fingers playing with the hem of her shirt that scrunched up a little past her bellybutton as she slouched back into the cushion.

"Ok." Sarah cleared her throat as she plopped down on her own couch and snatched up the magazine on the armrest. "'Joe Jonas and Jasmine Jennings; Romance in the air?' Then insert some picture of the two of them just sitting there. You want me to read the actual article?"

"Ugh." she groaned in response.

"Yeah, you're right." she began in a matter-of-factly tone. "There's no way he's moved on. That boy was pretty much infatuated with you. Not to mention, that skank probably has more STDs than Paris Hilton. . .and maybe a few videos as well. Don't worry, he'll run back to you soon." Sarah smiled as she heard a tiny laugh from her friend.

"I don't know what I'd do without you." Bailey smiled, her eyes slowly closing as her phone rested on her shoulder. She was going on 36 hours without sleep.

"Anytime, Bails." she replied truthfully; that's what she was there for. It was silent for another moment as Sarah continued to flip through the magazine, almost biting her tongue at the turned page. "Oh snap."

"Oh what?" Bailey mumbled, slowly drifting off to sleep.

"There's a picture of you and Bobby."

2010-09-01T19:35:00.000-07:00

What?" Bailey asked, her lips at the tip of her newly opened water bottle. Bobby's eyes locked on her in a trance, as if he was studying every curve of her face. He hesitated before he spoke.

"It looks like you've got something on your mind." he replied simply, scratching the back of his dark, spiky head before shifting his eyes away from her, his backside leaning against the table with various snacks, soda cans and water bottles scattered about.

"And why do you think that?" she questioned, her attention fully focusing on him as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Well. . .I don't know. It just seems like your kind of distracted." Bobby replied, his tone caring and comforting. "-Not that it's a bad thing, but I'm just saying. . .Sometimes this whole acting thing can cause a lot of stuff to build up inside."

"Oh." she replied, looking down and away from him, knowing he was right and taking a mental note that he noticed a difference in her attitude.

"Not to mention your boy is standing right behind you, looking kind of down because he hasn't seen his girl in a while." Bobby smiled, then motioned his water bottle behind her, causing her to turn around to see Joe standing there, a weak smile playing on his lips. Within a few seconds, he walked off to leave Joe and Bailey alone.

"Hey." she smiled, stepping towards him to give him a hug. Instead, Joe put his hands up, causing a look of confusion and pain to spread across her face that he could easily read.

"I think we need to talk." he informed, his tone low and a bit saddened. It was almost immediately that Bailey's body began to shut down, her blood freezing in her veins. Anyone with a heart knew that those were the few words you did not want to hear while in a relationship.

"Is everything ok?" she cautiously asked, hoping that she was just making horrible, horrible assumptions and that everything was alright. "It's not Taco, is it?" Bailey's heart softened up a bit when she heard him release a faint chuckle from his lungs. His eyes averted hers for a second before they finally latched onto hers, her heart beginning to go into panic mode again.

"No, it's not about Taco." Joe cleared his throat, then grabbed her hand. "C'mon." he began, unknowingly sending a tingle up her arm and pulling her into a slow pace down the walkway. For once, the tingle wasn't a feeling of anticipation, but a feeling of nervousness and fear. By the way he was acting, she knew that this probably wasn't going to go well.

"Joe, please tell me what -" Bailey began as he pulled her down on the edge of a vacant set.

"Bails, -" he cut her off, looking down at his hands that were now detached from hers. "- since the show has started, and since you started this movie thing, things have been crazy."

"Border lining insanity, I agree." she forced out a chuckle, hoping to see some kind of perk in his dull facial expression. Instead, it looked like his face fell even more. A pit of nervousness in her stomach began to form as her teeth squeezed down on her tongue. She knew this wasn't good.

"With all this time spent on the show, and on the movie, we don't have time for us." Bailey watched him push the words out of his mouth, looking as if he was going to choke; his eyes still avoiding hers. "It sucks knowing that I have a wonderful girlfriend that I can't be with because our schedules are too hectic. -Not to mention that the time that's not being spent with me is actually being spent with some hot, potential Abercrombie dude who sweats you like crazy."

"Joe!" she exclaimed, her jaw dropping at his statement; his wide eyes darting to hers.

"What? It's true!" he cried back, instantly getting defensive.

"I can't believe you just said that." Bailey shook her head, looking away from him.

"Look, maybe we should just. . .I don't know. Take a little time off? I mean, that way with you working on the movie, and me on the show, we can be more focused on our stuff than whether or not we're going to be able to hold a five-minute conversation for that day." Joe drifted off, his stare disconnecting with hers once again. That was really starting to bug the hell out of her.

"You think we should take a break? Is that it?" Bailey asked, feeling her eyes watering as she stared over at him.

"Well, I was talking with Jasmine, and she said -" he began.

"Jasmine? You're basing this on what Jasmine says? Are you kidding me?" she cracked, feeling as if the entire world was put on hold as his eyes connected with hers. "And you're worried about Bobby? Please, Joseph. Don't even try and play that."

"No, don't you." Joe replied boldly, trying to ignore the fact that tears were forming in her eyes. "Jasmine is my friend, and my co-worker. You have, or had, nothing to worry about."

"Likewise." Bailey snapped. "Bobby is my friend, and my co-worker. You had nothing to worry about." her eyes shifted up to look at the tall, open ceiling of the warehouse, trying to keep the tears from leaking out of her eyes. A few seconds later, she stood up from her seat on the edge of the set and crossed her arms, slightly turning her body away from Joe and trying to take in what was happening. She tensed up once she felt him standing behind her. "So where does this leave us?" she questioned softly, not letting a single drop fall from her eye as her stare focused on the hard ground beneath her.

"I don't know. . ." Joe trailed off, then stepped in front of her. Now he was the one looking to find her eyes. "Things won't change much, since we haven't really been talking anyway." he watched as she widened her eyes, trying to dry out the wetness. He then felt his heart ache even more. "I really don't want to do this, but everything is -"

"-Crazy, I get it." Bailey croaked. "Just go. I've gotta get back to set." she muttered, waving him off as her legs began to move from under her, her eyes not daring to look at him one last time. She knew that one look would make her crack, and she still had a face to put on for the camera.

"Ok kiddies, we ready and raring to go?" Mr.Parker exclaimed once Bailey appeared on set. Bobby was already in place waiting for the next cue. After Parker received two nods, he began to speak again. "Alright. I wanted to take care of this next scene real fast, since you two are in the appropriate attire." he cleared his throat. "I want you guys to do Act 7, Scene 3. -But we're not rolling quite yet. We're going to do a practice run-through since you haven't learned this part fully."

"Here, I have an extra." Bobby stated with a tiny smile after watching Bailey glance around for her script. She gave him a weak smile in return, then took the packet that he handed out for her to grab. "Hey, are you alright?" he asked, his voice a little softer so the crew off-set couldn't hear.

"I'm fine." she grinned up at him, somehow managing to play things off like she hadn't just had her heart torn out. "I'm just ready to do this thing." she finished, glancing down at the lines that she was about to act out. After skimming her part, her breathing slowed down as she realized what she was going to have to read.

"Now I want you guys to get into this, act as if the cameras are rolling. Bailey, we'll have you start." Mr.Parker called out. Bailey's eyes shifted up to Bobby to see him give her a reassuring nod. Taking a deep breath, she began to act out her part, using the tone and expression the script said to.

"So this is it, Dan? You're just going to throw away everything we had!" Bailey exclaimed, the wall that she had just built inside of her minutes ago was slowly beginning to shatter.

"Yes!" Bobby replied, his voice shooting back at her with just as much energy as she threw at him. "Kelsey, I just can't take it anymore! We have to. It's costing us too much." his voice softened at the end.

"I get it." she replied weakly, her eyes tearing up again as she thought about Joe. "It's just not meant to be, is it?" Bailey's voice cracked as Parker stared at the two from off-set in amazement. Quickly, he waved for the camera guy to start rolling; the acting seemed brilliant in his eyes.

"I guess not." Bobby sighed. "Kels, we're gonna be alright. It's just. . .give it time." The set went silent for a moment as a few tears cascaded down Bailey's cheeks. Bobby eyed her uneasily, not knowing if she was crying on purposely.

Bailey stared down at her next few lines, her eyes blurring as she tried to concentrate on the words below. Out of frustration, she slammed the packet against her leg and turn to Mr.Parker.

"I can't do this." she mumbled, then dropped the script and rushed off set, leaving everyone with a questionable expression on their faces. Two seconds didn't pass until Bobby ran after her.

2010-09-01T19:34:00.000-07:00

Why don't you look like a gorgeous princess." Mr.Parker sarcastically stated as a yawning Bailey walked past him and into the warehouse. Her hair was tossed up into a messy bun and she was still in the sweatpants that she slept in after she got off at 2am earlier that morning. Only 8am and she was already back to work. "Looks like we're sending you to hair and make-up first thing." he forced at a chuckle, noticing the unpleasant expression on her face as she ignored his comment. With his eyes wide, Mr.Parker then walked away as Bailey headed to get all dolled-up for the little 'scene' that was supposed to be filmed that day.

Sitting in the cushioned swivel chair as a petite woman blow dried her hair, Bailey couldn't help but think of how much she was missing while she was working on the Disney movie. The only thing on her mind was the rejection text that she had to reply to Joe before she went to bed only hours before and how much she missed him. It was aggravating; when she was free to do something, Joe was busy. When Joe was free to do something, she was busy. Nothing was working out and it was absolutely nerve wrecking. All she wanted to do was be able to hold a decent, twenty-minute conversation with her boyfriend face-to-face. Was that too much to ask?

Also knowing that Joe was spending almost all of his time with his co-star, that happened to be a gorgeous female of his age, it didn't settle her nerves any better. Without Bailey there, anything could happen. She felt completely hopeless, as if the one she loved was slowly slipping away from her grasp and there was nothing she could do about it.

"All done sweetie." her hairdresser/make-up artist smiled down at her, taking one last look of her completed work. After two hours of hair and make-up, Bailey looked stunning. "Damn chicka! Miley Cyrus, look out! There's a hot new star-bitch in town. Ow owww." she snapped her fingers, snapping Bailey out of her thoughts and actually getting a smile to appear on her lips. "Cheer up, girl. Whatever is on your mind can't be bigger than what you're doing here now. Concentrate and get into your role! You have a lot of people waiting to see what you're made of."

"Thanks." Bailey replied, forcing out a chuckle as she stood from the chair. Within moments, she made her way to set, seeing that Bobby was already dressed and prepped himself. His dark hair was gelled up, spiking all over the place at difference angles and his jeans hung around his waist at just the right spot; they weren't too baggy, but they weren't too tight either. Ironically, a pale blue Ed Hardy shirt covered his chest as a plain, gray button up was undone overtop of that. Bailey couldn't lie, the boy looked absolutely adorable.

- - - - -

"Why are you up so early, sweetie? You don't have to be at the studio for another two hours." Mrs.Jonas looked up from her coffee mug at the kitchen table as Joe entered. It was only 9am and they didn't have to be in until noon.

"I'm going down to the warehouse, see if I can see Bailey for a few." he replied quickly, a little pissed after reading her text saying, 'Sorry babe, can't do anything tonight. <3' first thing after he awoke.

"Sweetie, you know she's working." she eyed him, then sighed once she noticed the look of determination on his face. "Just don't barge in in the middle of something, alright Joseph?" Joe quickly nodded, then grabbed a Sunny Delight out of the fridge and ran out to the car where Kevin awaited to give him a ride.

It wasn't long before Joe entered the busy warehouse. It looked like almost every person in there was on a mission; everyone was running all over the place with either a clipboard in their hands, or a cell phone or walkie-talkie up to their ears or mouth. It looked pretty hectic.

Before he knew it, Joe found the set Bailey was on. He couldn't help but smile as the set-light from up above shown down on her, lighting up the entire living-room scene. She was wearing a soft gray and yellow sweater that clung to her curves, a pair of form fitting jeans that hung low around her waist, and then a little pair of white socks that were slipped on her size 8 feet. With her dark blonde hair laying in little ringlets on her shoulders and her eyes outlined with a smoky gray substance, it certainly flattered her entire appearance. He couldn't help but watch as the scene began.

A doorbell sound echoed through the set, causing Bailey to stand up from the couch and walk over to the 'door'. Turning the knob, she pulled it open to reveal a depressed expression upon Bobby's face as he stared down at her.

"What are you doing here?" she asked through gritted teeth; it was all in the script.

"Kelsey, would you just hear me out?" Dan, Bobby's character, asked, his eyes pleading down at Bailey's. She rolled her eyes, then crossed her arms.

"I'm listening." she snapped, her eyes locked onto his icy blue ones. Bailey tried her best to keep her stare hard and cold, but her real feelings made her want to melt right there on set.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, I swear." Bobby's voice was smooth and soft as he played his lines over and over again in his mind, taking another step closer to Bailey as the cameras continued rolling, dozens of people staring at them from off-set.

"Sure, Dan. Did it take you all of the past week of ignoring me to come up with that line?" she asked, his body taking another step close to her. At that moment, Bailey felt like fainting after inhaling his warm, American Eagle scent. She told him dozens of times not to wear that when they were filming together because it was distracting, but he didn't seem to listen.

"Just let me fix it!" Bobby replied boldly, his voice almost cracking, just like it was supposed to in the script.

"And how in the world do you plan on doing that?" Bailey asked, her hand finding it's way to her hip as she stared up at him.

Within seconds, she watched as his eyes closed, his body moving in even closer to her. She knew that this part in the scene was happening, but now that they were actually rolling, she became nervous as ever. With her heart echoing in her mind and her eyes slowly closing, she felt his soft lips press up against hers for a moment before goosebumps trickled up her back.

"Cut!" Mr.Parker exclaimed through the megaphone, a grin plastered on his face as he approached the set. "That. Was. Perfect!" It was another moment before people standing around the set began to clap at the cute little scene. Bailey and Bobby couldn't help but blush a little at how well they had done.

"That's just how I pictured it to be!" Madam Louise beamed, stepping up onto the set with a toothy smile. "You two have so much chemistry, it's amazing!"

"Thanks." Bobby chuckled, since Bailey couldn't seem to find the words to speak.

"Oh, Bailey, I think someone was looking for you." Louise began, then turned around to scan the people scattered below the set. It wasn't for a moment before she turned back around. "Oh never mind. I don't see him. -You two can go have a break for doing so marvelous!" she clapped, then gleefully hopped off set, leaving Bailey and Bobby chuckling a little.

"May I escort you, Ms.Amazing Actress, to the refreshment table down yonder?" Bobby questioned, a weird accent playing on his voice as he stuck his arm out to grab. Laughing, Bailey nodded, then linked arms with his and stepping off set, completely unaware that Joe was just there moments ago

2010-09-01T19:32:00.000-07:00

"I didn't even think we'd make it back in time for dinner." Kevin grinned, first to step into their house after a long eighteen hour day. The night before, they didn't get back from their late 'snack' with Jasmine and the crew until a little before midnight, leaving them with almost four hours of sleep. Not to mention, they still had to catch up and spend a little time with their mother.

"See what happens when you go in early? You get out early as well." Mrs.Jonas smiled, wiping her hands on her crème colored apron as she greeted her boys in the living room, giving them each a hug as if she hadn't seen them in weeks.

"Oh, Jasmine and Timmy are coming for dinner too, ma." Nick mentioned, pulling away from his mother's embrace.

"Ok, that's fine." she smiled, then went in for Joe.

Within the next ten minutes, Jasmine and Timmy arrived, filling up the entire dining room. With Nick, Kevin, Joe, their parents and Frankie, it was a full house. Throughout the lovely dinner prepared by Mrs.Jonas, it was full of random conversations and laughter. It was probably the most lively time they each had in a while, since the productions of the show had started.

After clearing off the dinner table and taking the dishes into the kitchen, everyone under the age of 21 made their way to the wreck room with their games, instruments, music, etc. Timmy following behind Nick to the foosball table, Kevin plopped down on the couch as Joe walked over to the end table to show Jasmine the 'tiny shit' he'd been bragging about at 'work.'

"Are you ready for this?" Joe asked, his body blocking the case where one of his prized possessions laid. Laughing, Jasmine nodded before Joe stepped out of the way, waving his arms in front of the clear case without even looking. "Meet Taco." he grinned, watching as the excitement on her face faded.

"Ew. I thought you said he was orange." Jasmine stated, looking at him oddly.

"He is." Joe chuckled, giving her a weird look.

"Um, he's definitely as green as your shirt." she replied, watching as he glanced down at his shirt, then to 'Taco.'

"Oh my God." he mumbled. "Mom!" he screamed, his voice cracking as he rushed to the doorway. "What'd you do with Taco?!"

"Joseph, I didn't do anything with him." she yelled back.

"Didn't you think I'd notice if you swapped geckos or something?! At least get the same color if you let the original die!" Joe cried out, not knowing where his little orange buddy went to. It wasn't for a moment before Mrs.Jonas appeared in the doorway with the phone in her hand.

"Joseph, my dear." she began sweetly. "Taco changes colors, hun. Like a chameleon. I thought you knew that." Mrs.Jonas tried her best not to laugh at her son, but she couldn't help it when Jasmine began laughing behind him.

Joe's face fell, not believing that he didn't even know that his gecko could change colors. Feeling kind of stupid, he reluctantly turned to see Jasmine's jaw bobbing up and down as a belly-laugh exited her mouth. Feeling a little stupid, he turned back to his mother, quickly changing the subject.

"So, who was on the phone?" he asked, crossing his arms as if he was really interested, even though he was just trying to change the subject.

"Bailey." she smiled back. "Oh, and she's doing fine; incase you were wondering." her tone somewhat hardened, her soft stare slowly disappearing. Joseph hadn't talked to Bailey since the night before, when he had to cancel their dinner plans.

"Why didn't she call me?" he asked, sounding a little hurt, his mind racing as he began to comprehend that his girlfriend called his mother instead of him.

"She said she did; you didn't answer." Mrs.Jonas narrowed her eyes at him, a little disappointed that not only did he not have time for his family, but his girlfriend as well. She then felt a little bad for him once he frantically patted his pants down for his phone. Finding it in his back pocket and snatching it out, the screen blinked; 3 missed calls. Wondering why his phone didn't ring, he then saw the 'silent' icon activated on the top of the screen. Mentally cursing to himself, his mother continued. "-But don't bother calling her now, she had to go because Parker has her working late. She just wanted to call and check up on me, unlike my own son." she playfully nudged him, Joe giving her a weak smile in return.

"Thanks, mom." he sighed, flipping his phone to the side and texting her; his heart filling up with guilt. In the corner of his eye, he saw his mom walk away and felt Jasmine peering over his shoulder as he began to text.

'you.me.dinner.together.tomorrow.
I miss you. <3'

Once he hit 'send', he slid his phone back into his pocket and looked over at Jasmine to see a smirk playing on her lips.

"Aren't you sweet." she smiled, his eyes staring back at hers for only a moment before grinning and nodding at her comment. Making his way back over to Taco's 'home', he lifted the lid and grabbed hold of the little guy who was still green as can be.

"Hey buddy." he whispered, his finger stroking his head, missing the feeling of his webbed feet on his palm. It had been days since he paid any attention to him. "You miss your mommy, huh? Is that why you're green?"

"Ha ha. What, you talk to the thing?" Jasmine asked, chuckling at how serious he was being.

"Duh." he rolled his eyes, attracting his attention to back to Taco as he took a seat on the couch.

"You never cease to amaze me." she smiled, taking a close seat next to him, smiling down at the little gecko.

2010-09-01T19:29:00.000-07:00

"Of course I took the part!" Bailey exclaimed into her cell phone as she walked around the warehouse aimlessly. Keeping an eye out for a petite woman with short and chunky black hair that Mr.Parker told her to meet up with, a smile continued to glow on her face.

"That's great!" Joe exclaimed on the other line, taking a temporary seat in Mr.Parker's director chair since there wasn't any place else to sit. Still on the little 'break' to practice his catching, he had to take Bailey's excited phone call before doing anything else.

"Joe, I'm so excited. You have no idea!" she breathed out, her heart pounding as she was still taking in everything that was happening. First, playing a back-up extra in J.O.N.A.S., then having a tiny part in a commercial, and now one of the lead roles in a Disney Channel Original Movie. It was insane. "Oh, hey! Do you wanna grab dinner sometime later? Like, when you're done and stuff? -I don't think Parker is going to give me anything else tonight."

"Yeah! Definitely. -But just the two of us, right?" he smiled into the phone, missing her body by his side.

"Duh." she chuckled before catching sight of the tiny woman she was looking for. "Look, I found the woman, so just call me back once you wrap up the episode, alright?" Bailey asked, her feet moving underneath her as she closed in on the woman.

"Sure thing." he replied. "Love you."

"Love you too!" she smiled before hanging up, the distance between her and the mystery woman quickly decreasing. "Excuse me." she spoke up politely, the woman slowly turning around with a smug look plastered on her face. Once it processed in her mind who she was, her face softened.

"Oh my! Bailey Baker, it's a pleasure to finally meet you!" she exclaimed, reaching for her hand and shaking it gratefully.

"Ummm." Bailey hummed, then chuckled in confusion.

"Please excuse me, I'm Madam Louise, I'm the writer of the script for 'Traffic Jam'." she smiled, letting her hand fall from her grasp. "I've known about you for a while, Ms.Baker." Louise grinned.

"Oh, really?" Bailey chuckled, her hand slipping in her back pocket, her heart pumping in her chest as she listened to the woman continue.

"Every since you started dating that Jonas boy, I've read about you in all the gossip magazines. You're a gorgeous one!" she complimented, making Bailey blush as she poked her stomach.

After listening to the woman ramble on for a few more minutes, saying how she loved her commercial, she began to explain why she wanted her for the part. With a small part being because she was dating Joe Jonas and it'd pull in a handful of fans, a bigger part was because she could actually act. Take Joe out of the picture, and she still was perfect for the part. Madam Louise just had to snatch her up to play the part of 'Kelsey'.

"Well dear, don't you want to meet your co-star? You should get a little familiar with him before you start practicing your lines together." Louise stated.

"Um, sure." Bailey smiled, still caught up in the moment, the 'him' sparking her attention a bit. "When do we start anyway?"

"In a few days, I believe." she smiled in return, then started to walk through the warehouse. "Oh look! There he is." Madam Louise hissed excitedly, motioning to the back of some guy's head who was a few yards in front of them at a little 'refreshment' table that was set up over to the side of the walkway.

"What's his name?" Bailey questioned, looking over at her for a moment. "I won't wanna look totally stupid introducing myself to someone who I don't even know." she chuckled.

"Oh oh. That's Bobby Knox." she quickly replied, then shooed her over to him, giving her a little nudge. She waved her off, then approached the stranger from behind. Bailey then became a little nervous, wondering what to even say to the boy.

"Excuse me." she began politely, causing the boy to turn around and look at her. His ice blue eyes stared back at hers, his black, spiky hair making them pop out even more. Standing about eight inches above her 5'4" frame, she could tell he was toned. The curves of his arms shown through the thing fabric of his faded blue, American Apparel t-shirt as his stance showed that he knew how to hold himself up. "I'm Bailey Baker. I believe I'm going to be working with you on this new movie." she smiled up at him, keeping her manners in check as she tried to ignore the fact that he looked absolutely gorgeous.

"Ok, I care because?" he snapped back, his stare freezing over her body. Taken aback at first with a blank stare, Bailey's soft, open face hardened at his unneeded attitude, her eyes shooting daggers at him.

"You shouldn't now, asshole." she retorted, tempted to just storm away from him right then, but went against it as his evil expression faded.

"Oh no no no. It's a line, from the script!" he replied quickly, his eyes turning into the most comforting color she'd ever seen as he shook the packet of papers he was holding in front of him. "Pretty good, huh?" he grinned, watching as a tiny smile formed on her face. "I'm Bobby." he put his hand out for her to shake it.

"Bailey." she replied, grabbing his smooth hand and squeezing it.

"I'm not that much of an ass, I promise." he commented, making her chuckle for a moment.

"You sure had me convinced." Bailey replied, the angry spike in her mood began to fade away.

"No no, I'm really not." Bobby laughed. "I'll prove it to you!"

"Uh-huh. How?" she eyed him, watching as a thoughtful expression took over his face. It wasn't for another moment until he replied.

"I don't know, but I'm not." he finally spat out. "Hey, do you just wanna walk around and chat? You know, so I can find out if I'm working with a stuck-up actress who thinks she's the shit." Bailey's head fell back in a laugh.

"Like wise." she replied, prior to him giving her a small smile.

Over the next forty-five minutes, the two just trailed around the warehouse, talking about random stuff. Everything from how they each got started, to their families and friends, and to their favorite music. If it wasn't for 'Country Grammar' singing from Bobby's cell phone, the two would've continued on.

Smiling weakly a putting up a finger to put Bailey's story on hold, he flipped open his phone and placed it up to his ear. "Hey! . . . Nope, still here. . . . Oh, really? . . . Yeah! I'll meet you there in a few." she watched as Bobby smiled. "Yeah, ok. Bye!" he closed his phone then slid it back into his pocket. "Girlfriend." he sighed, making her laugh at his tone. "-But sorry, continue."

"Oh, no." Bailey laughed. "It's nothing. -But, thanks for the reminder. I have to make a phone call real fast."

"Boyfriend?" he questioned, followed by her nodding with a grin. He nodded in acknowledgement, then watched as she took out her phone and placed it to her ear.

"Hey babe." she smiled after a few rings.

"Hey!" Joe exclaimed, happy to hear her voice.

"Aye, we still up for dinner?" Bailey questioned, her mouth hanging open a little as she waited his response. Listening to his breathing for a moment, her mood slowly began to fall.

"Um, Bails, you think we could reschedule? We've gotta get back to the house, crash for a few, then we're back here at three in the morning. Parker wants us up and raring to go." he reluctantly replied, his heart dropping in his throat, feeling bad that he had to cancel.

"Oh, don't worry about it." Bailey smiled, understanding where he was coming from. "You need your rest. I've gotta get back as well." she heard Joe let out a breath of relief.

"Alright. We'll do something another night. Maybe tomorrow, depending on what's going on." Joe quickly responded, anxious to make plans to see her again. He knew he wouldn't be seeing her for the rest of the night, and who knew what the entire schedule for the next day would be, so he had to get his extra two cents in to brighten her up.

"Ok, sweet." she smiled. "Alright, I'll let you go, ok? Be good." she chuckled at her last comment.

"Alright, mother." he joked. "Love you!"

"Love you too." she replied without hesitation.

Joe ended the call, then slipped his iPhone back into his pocket. Glancing around the empty set for his brothers, he caught a glimpse of Jasmine approaching him out of the corner of his eye.

"Hey there." she greeted friendly. "So, the crew's heading out to grab a bite to eat. You in?"

"Nah, I can't. Kev, Nick and I need to get back to the house. Unlike you, Parker wants us back early." he replied, his tone sounding down as his eyes shifted over at her showing a little sympathy.

"Oh, too bad you have no choice." Jasmine chuckled. "Nick and Kevin already said they're up for it. Looks like you're out of luck." Joe forced out a chuckle. "Come on." she continued, grabbing his hand and leading him to where the rest of the group was.

Feeling a little bad for canceling with Bailey in the first place, he felt even worse now that he was being dragged out for food anyway, going back on his 'we need to get rest' line. Biting his tongue and giving the group a weak smile, his thoughts were drowned out by the growling of his stomach. Forgetting about the tiny situation, he then began to wonder what good restaurants were in the area.

2010-09-01T19:26:00.000-07:00

Bailey's eyes twitched slightly, her body slowly awakening. Slowly letting the dim light from her alarm clock in through her eyelids, she smiled as she remembered the events from the previous night; her first commercial, the lovely dinner, the cushions that were now upset on the couch in the living room. Almost chuckling out loud, she rolled over in search of Joe's sleeping body. Frowning at the sight of her empty, extra pillow, Joe wasn't laying next to her. Missing the feeling of his warm arms wrapped around her waist, she rubbed her eyes as she slid out of her bed, wearing only a pair of underwear and a tight cami that showed a little bit of her midriff. Her blonde bun was messy and practically falling out, a few loose strands hanging in her face as her bare feet trailing along the carpet in the hallway of 'her' tiny house.

"Joe?" she groggily called out, dragging out the 'oh' with a yawn. Peering down the hallway, the open door to the bathroom signified that he wasn't 'taking care of business'. Sighing, Bailey made her way into the living room to see the couch was made up; cushions back in place, the afghan hanging over the back. Who knew a simple make-out session could get so intense.

Realizing that Joe wasn't anywhere in the house, Bailey reluctantly made her way into the kitchen to find a note laying on the counter.

"Sorry I had to go. I didn't want to wake you.
Parker called, needed me in the studio.
Said you'd be down later, so I'll see you then.
<3 Joe"

Smiling down at his sloppy writing, she tossed the note on the counter and made her way back to her room. Noticing that it was only 7am, she took her time to shower, do her hair and get dressed in one of her favorite outfits before heading down to the studio. She had no idea what to expect. The past two days had been packed with surprises.

- - - - -

"Here, you take it!" Joe hissed, tossing a 'glass' vessel to Jasmine, also known as Rebecca, another character in the J.O.N.A.S. script. Jasmine grasped onto the vessel and shot Joe, who was wearing a black 'spy' outfit accompanied with a pair or weird goggles, an angry glare.

"No! Kevin told you to take care of the Boss!" she snapped back, tossing the vessel back. Joe reached for it, but his hand slipped, resulting in the vessel clinking as it hit the ground.

"CUT!" Parker exclaimed prior to Jasmine and Joe bursting out into laughter.

"That's the forth time, Joe! Just catch the darn thing." she laughed as Joe bent over to pick up the plastic prop that interrupted the scene.

"Ok, ok." he chuckled, getting back into his original position with the vessel in his hand.

"Action!" Parker directed.

"Here, you take it!" Joe repeated his lines he had said moments ago, tossing the clear plastic to Jasmine. Within seconds, she missed it; the plastic clinked to the ground once again.

"Cut." Parker mumbled, putting down his megaphone in defeat and slipping out of his chair to approach the dark set. "Why don't you two go toss a baseball around or something, work in your catching. It's horrific." he shook his head and headed off the set.

"Why do you have to suck so bad!" Joe exclaimed, a grin on his face as he playfully punched Jasmine in the arm.

"Sorry that your suckiness has rubbed off on me." she laughed.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." he pushed it off, then fumbled for his vibrating cell phone in his pocket.

"Oooooh. No phones on set!" Jasmine exclaimed, pointing at him annoyingly and glancing around for someone of authority. Of course she was only joking around. Waving her off once again, he smiled into his phone.

"Hey mom." he answered. "We're on set, what's up?"

"Taco." she replied dully.

"What? Taco? Is he alright?" Joe began to panic, his mind instantly escalating to the worst. He's been away from him for more than 24 hours, and to be honest, he completely forgot about him.

"Hun, he's not moving. He's been in the same spot for the past 5 hours and he hasn't moved a bit. It doesn't even look like he's breathing." his mom informed him hopelessly. He gasped, then froze for a second.

"Is he laying on his rock?"

"Yeah."

"Ma, -" Joe chuckled. "He's just sleeping." he rubbed his forehead and forced a smile on his face after his mini panic-attack. "Just pick him put, flip him over in your hand, and then rub his tummy."

"Ok, hold on." she muffled into the phone, cradling it in-between her shoulder and ear as she opened the lid to Taco's 'Sacred Sanctuary', as Joe insisted to call it. Putting his hand on his hip and holding the phone up to his ear with the other, Joe turned to see a worried look on Jasmine's face. Giving her a reassuring nod and smile, she nodded in return, then acted as if the vessel in her hand was the most amusing thing ever. "Oh, oh. He's ok!" Mrs.Jonas exclaimed cheerfully. "Sorry for bothering you, sweetie."

"It's alright, mom." he laughed into the mouthpiece.

"Tell your brothers I said hi and that I love them, ok?" she asked. He could hear the assertiveness in her voice.

"Ok mom." he let his head fall as he listened to her 'motherly' words, not even knowing where Nick and Kevin were at that moment. They didn't shoot until after him.

"See you later, sweetie!" she grinned.

"-Oh yeah, ma. We're rolling all night tonight. We won't get back to late." Joe reluctantly informed, waiting for her to object to the fact that they had been working on the show for the past 9 hours already. It was after 2pm and he'd been there since 5, running on almost no sleep.

"Alright. Well, your dad and I will see you when you get here." she still put on a smile through the phone, even if she knew she wasn't going to see her boys until the next day anyway. Mrs.Jonas was going through somewhat of a withdraw from the insanity of her sons; she missed saying, 'Joseph, put that down!', or 'Kevin, don't be so critical!', or even a simple, 'Nick, stop fidgeting with your hair!'. She knew there wasn't going to be a lot of family time over the next few months.

"Bye mom. Love you!" Joe smiled into the phone before slipping it back into his pocket.

"Aw, how cute." Jasmine smiled. "Here, catch." she stated quickly, throwing the vessel at him. She rolled her eyes as he missed it again. "You're seriously pathetic, you know that?"

"Psh." he huffed, bending over and snatching up the prop. "You're just jealous."

- - - - -

"Bailey my dear!" Mr.Parker exclaimed, walking into the 'lounge' area that was in a totally separate part of the entire warehouse. Bailey looked up from a thick stack of an untitled script and at the expectant face of the producer.

After arriving at the warehouse around 9 that morning, she was instantly escorted into that room where she was ordered to read that entire script; cover to cover. Only finishing moments before Mr.Parker barged in, she was completely caught up in a trance, putting herself into the script as she read the dramatic piece. It had somewhat of a typical plot; boy likes girl, girl likes boy. Boy starts a little drama, girl gets mad. Dramatic climax in the middle, then a slow solution to solve the main problem. Except the only thing Bailey hadn't read was the ending; the last few pages seemed to be missing, which left her on edge to see what happened to the boy and the girl.

"Hey." Bailey looked up at him just as expectantly as he stared down at her. "So, um, I read this just like that lady told me to. -Now what?"

"What'd you think?" he asked, crossing his arms in front of his body, analyzing every expression that played on her face.

"The storyline was just amazing. I mean, how everything played out, the wording, the plot." she began to ramble in awe as his grin began to widen. "It was just awesome."

"Awesome?" he chuckled. "Five hours of straight reading and the only word you can use to describe it is awesome?"

"Um. . ." she eyed him for a moment. "It was. . .the awesome-est thing I have ever read?" she continued in a questionable tone.

"Great!" Mr.Parker exclaimed, his hands shooting up and clapping together.

". . .Are you going to tell me what I actually read?" Bailey forced out a chuckle, holding up over 300 pages of words.

"Yep. -It's the script for the new Disney Original Movie; due to air next fall." he replied proudly, almost puffing out his chest in triumph.

"Uh-huh." she slowly nodded her head once, wanting to know what this man was getting at, hoping he hadn't made her read all of that for nothing.

"How would you like to play the leading role of Kelsey?" he grinned, Bailey's heart stopping in her chest as his eyes locked onto hers.

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2010-09-01T19:24:00.000-07:00

Bailey! That was great, hun. -Timmy, you too!" Mr.Parker said into his megaphone, standing up from his director's chair as he beamed over at her and the J.O.N.A.S. co-star. The two had just completed a side commercial for a new flavor of Pop-Tarts and Mr.Parker was completely blown away. But not by Timmy, since he already knew of his acting talent; Bailey was the cause of his loss of words.

Her drive and dedication came naturally. Even if she had begged for Joe to be there while the cameras were rolling, her ability to capture the role was amazing. Being able to master the few lines advertising a simple Pop-Tart commercial, Mr.Parker knew that she was worth more than what she was putting up on the table. What took a normal commercial two and a half days to shoot perfectly, Bailey and Jimmy got it done within 16 hours; a new record. Not only was her acting and ability to convince the audience through the camera lens, Bailey looked good while doing it. She was the perfect image of what they needed.

Hopping down off the 'kitchen' set, she grinned like crazy as she ran up to Joe, her arms wide open as she approached her rock. Without him being there, she wouldn't have gone through with the commercial. After being yanked away by Mr.Parker the day before, he himself had to call Joe in for assistance to convince Bailey to take the small part. Even though Joe had basically repeated what Mr.Parker had told Bailey himself, she gave into Joe in an instant.

"Wow, Bails." Joe chuckled, his arms wrapped around her body as he breathed in the strawberry scent of her long, dark blonde hair. "You were great up there."

"Thanks." she grinned into his shoulder, her grip around him tightening.

"Now that you're finally done, it's time to go get something to eat!" he stated excitedly, pulling away only to drape his arm around her shoulder and pulling her body into step with his. "I think after this long day, we could go out with the family to a nice restaurant, eat some food, laugh, have fun, make a little -"

"I get it." Bailey laughed, pinching his side as her hand fell low around his waist from behind. "Let's just go already, ok?" Joe smiled down at her. "I miss everyone!"

"-But we've got to get changed first."

- - - - -

"Bails, you look gorgeous!" Mrs.Jonas exclaimed, her open arms screaming for a hug after she followed Joe into the lobby of the famous Spago in Los Angeles.

Wearing a clingy, black dress with little silver crystals around the flattering slit up her right leg, Bailey stood beautifully next to Joe in a pair of black, strappy heels. Her freshly washed hair was parted to the side and pulled up into a loose bun and her eyes and cheeks were kissed with a bronzy foundation that really made her skin glow. As for Joe, his attire consisted of a black pair of pants that squeezed his legs, a light pink button-up, and his classic zebra tie, accompanied with a jet black blazer. His chunky hair was straight and poking at his eyes as one of his hands held onto Bailey's, his face beaming ever since they left the Jonas rental home near the filming studio.

Since Joe and Bailey hadn't been able to spend a lot of time with one another, with the help of Nick and Kevin, the boys secretly decided to plan a big dinner to pull everyone back together before things got really busy. In result, they decided to take everyone out to one of the most expensive, formal restaurants in LA; Spago.

"Right back at you." Bailey finally grinned, hugging Mrs.Jonas and breathing in her warm, vanilla scent. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you were showing off for your hubby there." she winked after pulling away, seeing Mr.Jonas' cheeks turn a very faint shade of pink. Hearing a satisfying laugh escape her mouth, the group of seven were escorted to a large table in the center of the restaurant.

"Joe, this is seriously amazing." Bailey stated softly after she lightly rested her hand on his leg under the table about 10 minutes after being seated. Casually looking over at her, he smiled before placing his hand on top of hers. "You're never doing it again, just so you know." his smiled faded.

"What? Why?" he asked, his eyebrows coming together in confusion. The rest of the table was caught up in their own conversations, not noticing the interaction between the couple. Even little Frankie was preoccupied; playing with the paper rapper that he had ripped off his straw six minutes ago.

"Because, I know how ridiculously expensive this place is." she hissed, her eyes focusing on the set of silverware that was placed in front of him. She was afraid to meet his eyes, knowing he wasn't going to be too fond of her making a comment like that.

"Well, you're totally worth it." Joe smiled, squeezing her hand.

She smiled weakly, then looked up into his chocolate eyes. Beginning to take in even more of her surroundings, she realized that this was someplace she did not fit in. The proper posture, attire, language and even attitude was a little overwhelming to her; not to mention the cost of it all. She didn't have any money herself to pay for any of it; it was mostly Joseph and the Jonas' that supported her. Yeah, she got paid her normal wage for her 'assistance', but eating out at a place like this was way above her limit. At that moment of realization, Bailey began to think that this whole acting thing couldn't be too bad. If she actually got into the 'commercial deal', she'd be making her own money and buying her own things. This was something she really wanted.

No one cared though. Money obviously wasn't an issue, and since Bailey was basically adopted into the family anyway, it didn't make a difference who paid for what and where, but that still didn't change how she really felt inside. For once, she wanted to be able to pull her own load, pull a little up to the plate herself. She felt that this acting thing could be the start of that, not to mention she really enjoyed doing it.

The rest of the night was simply amazing. The food was exquisite, the conversations and moments of laughter were absolutely priceless, and not to mention the family and Bailey hadn't had so much fun in a long time, even if they were now just sitting in the center of the almost-empty restaurant, the clock going on 11:30pm. Finally deciding to head out, Joe ended up flagging down a taxi as the rest of the gang climbed into a long, black limo parked outside on the curb. Bailey had to be taken back to her rental home in the opposite direction of the Jonas rental home. Since originally Bailey was there doing paperwork and such for Ross, there wasn't a need for her to be near them of the studio, but for some reason she felt as if that was soon going to change.

With that, Joe hopped in the taxi after her. Being the gentleman that he is, he knew the least he could do was stay with her until she was safely back at 'her' house. But he also knew that once she stepped out of that taxi to approach her front door, she'd end up turning around to beg him to stay with her.

2010-09-01T19:10:00.000-07:00

"I can do this. I can do this." Bailey muttered to herself, pacing back an forth on the linoleum floor in the small bathroom of the warehouse.

Her footsteps echoed in the three stalls that she passed for the fifteenth time as she heard a click, causing her to stop dead in her tracks. For the past three minutes, besides her occasional muttering, she completely forgot to check if anyone was in the bathroom with her. Watching as the stall door opened, her cheeks heated up. A gorgeous girl with long, dark hair stepped out with a comforting smile on her face as her hazel eyes stared at Bailey, noticing her pink cheeks of embarrassment.

"You can do this." the girl chuckled, making her way past Bailey and to the porcelain sink to wash her hands.

"I don't even have a role and I'm freaking out." she spilled to the complete stranger in front of her. "I'm a stinkin' extra and I'm nervous." the girl let out a comforting laugh.

"You'll be fine, I promise. I used to get the jitters like this when I first started." she stated, turning around to face her as her wet hands reached for the roll of paper towels at the end of the sink.

"I don't even want to do this. I was conned into it!" Bailey replied, forcing out a chuckle, showing that she wasn't really mad, but a little flustered since she did not want to go through with this at all.

"You'll get over this nervous feeling once you see how things work. It's not that bad." the girl smiled again, then made her way towards the door. "Good luck, though." she finished before waving and exiting the bathroom.

Closing her eyes and sighing, Bailey leaned against the sink and placed her palms against her warm cheeks. Slowing breathing in, then exhaling, she tried everything she could to get rid of the nervous feeling inside of her. Thinking of the advice that she was just given by the nice girl, her eyes shot open as she slapped her thighs. She had to do this.

- - - - -

"Take five!" the director shouted prior to a bell echoing the halls of the fake 'hallway'. Within moments, the crowd of extras in the background dispersed in a sea of chatter as Bailey stayed frozen in the middle, waiting for everyone else to clear out before she made a move. Holding her book props in her arms, she couldn't help but grin as Joe made his way over to her from the center of the scene that had just ended.

"See? That wasn't bad, was it?" he asked, his eyes searching hers as she stared up at him. Bailey let out a chuckle, laughing at herself for getting all worked up over nothing. That girl in the bathroom was right, once it started, every feeling just went away.

"No, it wasn't." she admitted. "-But you were. I've never seen you stutter so much in my life." she laughed, knowing her words wouldn't hurt him since he knew she was joking.

"Hey, I couldn't remember my lines!" Joe quickly replied, his tone perking up in defense as she narrowed her eyes.

"-Because you suck." Bailey chuckled again in response, watching as Joe shook his head.

"It's because I was d-d-distracted by my g-girlfriend's b-b-beauty." he purposely stuttered, listening as Bailey's heart-warming laugh filled his ears.

"Shut up." she smacked him on the chest, Joe grabbing her hand as it made contact, holding it in place as he leaned forward to give her a quick kiss. Instantly, she went with it, her eyes closing only for a moment as his moist lips collided with hers. Pulling back with a grin, Bailey looked up at him. This whole 'extra' thing was going to be pretty beneficial.

"You better hope those cameras aren't rolling." a female voice stated, accompanied by faint footsteps as Joe turned his attention behind him. Bailey looked as well, watching as the girl from the bathroom approached the two with a polite smile on her face. "Nice a-action up there, Joe." she chuckled.

"Thanks." he rolled his eyes, his lips curling into a smile. "Bails, this is Jasmine, another actress in the show. Jasmine, this is my girlfriend Bailey." Joe introduced, waving his arms around as he spoke.

"Bailey! So you're the one Joe never shuts up about. No, correction, any Jonas shuts up about." she laughed, her eyes locking on Bailey's blue ones.

"You've heard all good stuff I hope?" Bailey asked, playfully wincing, hoping to hear an agreeing tone.

"Duh." Jasmine laughed. "Well, it's nice to finally meet you! I was just coming over to congratulate Joe here on how many re-takes we had to do in one scene. This tops it; seven in five minutes. Record!" Bailey laughed at Joe's blank expression, somewhat glad that there was someone to give Joe his daily-dose of lip, figuratively of course.

"I'm so glad I could contribute to your list of stupid records." he replied, his voice sounding un-amused even if he thought it was funny himself.

"Yeah. Um, jealousy?" Jasmine's sarcasm made Bailey laugh once again. "Anyway, I'm gonna grab lunch, since I don't have to shoot 'til later. See you guys around?" They both nodded as Jasmine smiled, turning around and walking away.

"She was nice." Bailey stated in approval, looking at Joe who shrugged.

"Ehh." he responded, making Bailey smile a bit.

"Let me see your script real fast." she said, putting her hands out for a moment as she looked up at Joe.

"Psh. I don't have it." he replied, keeping a smile from forming on his lips.

"You're a horrible liar. Let me see it."

"But I don't -"

"Joseph! I know you're butt is not that flat. -It's in your back pocket, now let me see it!" Bailey pleaded, her bold voice turning into a whine by the end of the sentence. Sighing and putting an act of annoyance on, Joe reached behind him, yanked the script out of his pocket, then handed it to her. Watching an expression of amusement take over her face, her eyes then began to scan the paper.

"What's your role again? Oh yeah! Joe Jonas." she asked, then answered herself with a straight face before hearing him laugh. "I think I know that guy. -But anyway." she was now smirking as her eyes continued to read the lines that Joe had just 'acted' out in the 'hallway'. Taking another moment and capturing the words, Bailey shifted her eyes up at Joe, then dramatically thrust the script into his chest. "Ok ok ok, wanna see my impression?"

"Sure." he replied, chuckling as he slipped the script back into his pocket while Bailey cleared her throat.

"Alright." she breathed in, closing her eyes for a moment, then slowly opening them to make it appear as if she was getting 'in the mood'. The vibe from the set and everything going on around her gave her somewhat of a high, as if she had downed a few energy drinks or something. Her attitude was cheerful and her words were quick and random. This was the fun Bailey everyone loved.

It was a moment before a look of seriousness conquered her face, her eyes darting up at Joe's as her body tensed. "Dr.Evil has come back." her voice was low and her tone was strong as Joe stifled his laughter at her impression. "Nick! We need to get back to headquarters, now!" she continued in exclamation, then shifted her body back and forth as if she was rushing to get somewhere, but instead, she stayed in place. Finally joining in with Joe's laughter, she clutched her stomach, not feeling any bit of embarrassment from the little thing she just pulled or worrying about who just saw.

"That was an amazing impression." Joe laughed at her attempt to be funny. Even though he knew her purpose for acting that out was to get him to laugh, he couldn't help but notice that it was actually kind of good.

"Oh my God." they heard a deep voice breathe out. Instantly, Joe and Bailey turned to see Mr.Parker, the producer of J.O.N.A.S. standing with his jaw dropped. A wave of embarrassment swarmed over Bailey's body as she stared at him, thinking that he took her little 'act' as an attempt to make fun of the script, when it wasn't like that at all.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to -" she began, apologizing for any offense she thought she caused by acting out that little line.

"That. Was. Perfect!" Mr.Parker cooed, his eyes wide.

"Excuse me?" Bailey and Joe both asked in unison, their eyebrows flicking upward, staring at the guy questionably.

"Can you do that again. Please?" he asked, his eyes still locked on Bailey.

"You're kidding, right? Because I was." she hesitantly chuckled as a nervous feeling began to take control over her body once again.

"Come with me." Mr.Parker ordered, grabbing her forearm and starting off in the opposite direction of the 'school' set.

"Joe!" Bailey exclaimed, turning around to see his body staring at her in amusement, wondering what was happening. She reached out to grab him to follow, but Mr.Parker kept walking, his head spinning around at the sound of Bailey's voice.

"Joseph, stay!" he ordered as if he was a dog, pointing for Joe not to follow as he continued to lead Bailey away from him.

She looked backwards and her steps stayed in line with Mr.Parker's, watching as Joe stood there. His arms were now crossed, his eyes locked onto the producer of the show as he walked away with his girlfriend. Knowing that the producer's taste was hard to satisfy, the only possible outcome of Mr.Parker dragging Bailey away had to be good.

TRAFFIC

2010-09-01T19:08:00.000-07:00

"Ok, ok." Joe began excitedly, grabbing Bailey's hand and leading her into a big, noisy warehouse in Los Angeles. "Wanna meet the crew?"

Bailey laughed. "Sure, I'd love to meet the people who have stolen my man for the past two days." he smiled down at her, knowing she was just joking. After passing by various J.O.N.A.S. logos and random props that consisted of various spy gadgets, she could only imagine what the script looked like.

"Here we go, you ready?" Joe asked, trying to intimidate and prep her for who she was about to meet. He held back a laugh as he watched her face drop in nervousness; she hated meeting new people. "Alright." he bit his lip, hiding his smile as he turned the corner of the row of sets and stepped up onto a platform that appeared to be a boy's bedroom. The three walls were painted a royal blue, while random sporting items were scattered on the burgundy border that surrounded the room. Various pictures of athletes were hanging up overtop of a fake dresser and behind a twin sized bed that was neatly made up with a body lounging overtop of the blue and red striped comforter. "Bails, I'd like you introduce you to Nick Jonas. He plays the part of, -" Joe turned to look her in the eyes. "- Nick Jonas." his smile was a big as ever as his listened to her laugh. "And that over there, -" he began, pointing over to another person who was chilling back on a futon. "That's Kevin Jonas. He plays the part of -" Joe turned and met her eyes once again, finishing up with emphasis. "-Kevin Jonas. Isn't is amazing?!"

"Wow, I'm so glad I finally get to meet you guys!" Bailey exclaimed, looking from Nick to Kevin who were now joining in with her laughter. Joe had that effect on everyone.

"Oh, oh. And this kid." Joe began, leaving her side and walking over to a younger kid who was seated at the foot of the bed that Nick was sprawled out on. "This is Timmy." he introduced as the kid looked up at her through his dorky glasses. "Timmy is my best friend. But, in the script of course."

"Hey!" the tiny frame of the twelve-year-old exclaimed, narrowing his eyes over at Joe. "It's not my fault my character is the smart kid that has to help you because you're so SLOW!"

"Hey Shrimp, it's the character that's slow." Joe pointed out, a fake layer of attitude on his voice. Him and Timmy always went back and forth in a bonding, somewhat loving, way. It often became amusing.

"Then it doesn't look like you have to act all that much then, huh?" Bailey smirked, proudly putting in her two cents as Timmy shot her an impressive grin. Kevin instantly stood up from the futon and approached her.

"That's definitely hug worthy." Kevin stated, wrapping his arms around her as she chuckled. "Two days without your comebacks have been horrible." he continued, pulling away, honestly missing her company. Everyone had, including their parents, Mr. And Mrs.Jonas. Hell, Frankie was asking where she had been. Her presence was something the crew fed on.

With the boys kicking off the production of J.O.N.A.S., it didn't mean Bailey was off of work. Even if there wasn't a tour and concerts to assist, Ross still found work for her to do. During the first two days of filming, she had been on the opposite side of the city doing paperwork and making hundreds of phone calls to various magazines and companies concerning the Jonas Brothers. Ross knew how to keep one occupied.

"Alright, Nicholas. I see how it is." Bailey huffed, crossing her arms as he looked over at the curly head that was planted on the pillow, implying that he was too good to say 'hey'.

"You come into our sanctuary and then expect to have us bow down to you?" Nick playfully snapped, sitting up on the bed as Bailey charged towards him, her lips pressed together as a tiny grin spread across her face, her hand coming into contact with his thigh that made a loud smack. "Hey hey, violence is not the answer!"

"Oh, but it is." she grinned, falling on top of him, pinning his shoulders to the bed before moving he hands down and jabbing her hands into his sides, causing him to kick and squirm.

"Ahh, stop! Joe! Get her off!" he somehow managed to get out in between laughs. Within moments, a pair of arms gripped Bailey's waist from behind, pulling her up off of Nick. Instantly, she could tell by the gentle touch, warmth and even smell that it was Joe.

"Don't worry, I'll get you later!" she exclaimed, still in the air and in Joe's grasp until he hopped down off the platform of the fake bedroom scene. He lowered her until she could touch the ground, then he grabbed her hand and began to head out of the warehouse, their mood as high as the sky.

- - - - -

"Joe." Bailey said, trying to get his attention from his spot across the tiny, circle table at the little pizza place a block up from the warehouse. She motioned towards her lip, hinting that he should wipe his mouth. The tiny dab of red sauce on his face clashed with his complexion; she couldn't have it. Chuckling, Joe quickly brought his napkin up and wiped his mouth.

"You know, Nick probably wouldn't have said anything and I would've been walking around with a saucy mouth the entire day." he laughed, taking a sip of his soda.

"Well, that's what I'm here for." Bailey smiled, her fingers twirling the straw of her iced tea as she leaned back in her chair, already finishing her second slice of cheesy pizza.

"I don't think I'm going to like doing the rest of this show." Joe randomly stated, his stare shifting from Bailey's eyes to another slice of pizza on the pan that was on a tray next to their table.

"What! Why?" she exclaimed, her eyebrows coming together as she stared at him questionably. The boys had been hoping, wishing that Disney picked up their pilot, and now he was saying that he wasn't going to like it? This was something Bailey couldn't comprehend.

"Well, I don't get to see you a lot." he simply replied, locking onto her stare. "You don't know how much it sucks. I miss your insults." he smirked at her comforting chuckle.

"Oh really? Doesn't Kevin, and that kid Timmy, insult you enough?" Bailey asked, her ears and eyes completely focused on his voice and warm, chocolate eyes.

"I guess, yeah." Joe forced out a chuckle. "But it'd look kind of weird if I just leaned over and kissed one of them." Bailey burst out laughing, Joe joining in a millisecond later.

"I'd have to agree, that'd be kind of odd. -Both would be illegal, I believe."

"What? Guys can kiss guys legally. Girls today like that now, apparently." he scrunched his nose. "I mean, I wouldn't! But just saying."

"No, no." she chuckled. "One, incest. Hello? And not to mention Timmy is underage."

"Subject change, please?" he laughed, biting into his slice of pizza.

"Hey, you started it."

"Oh yeah, I was going somewhere with that." Joe continued, his mouth full of pizza. A few more chews and a huge gulp, he started. "These two days have showed me that I need you."

"Aw, I'm so touched, Joseph." Bailey pointed to her eye as if she was crying, then placed her other on her heart jokingly.

"No, I'm flippin' serious." he stated, his tone was bold as he stared at her. "I'm gonna ask the producer if you could like, be an extra. That way you could be on set with us!" Joe exclaimed, his face beaming over at her dropped jaw. It was a moment before a cackle escaped her lungs.

"You really know how to make me laugh."

"I'm serious!" Joe replied, almost whining. "No, I'm calling him now and you're doing it."

"Joseph Adam, I am not doing it." she informed, sitting up straight in her chair as she stared across the table at him. "Are you crazy? I can't act."

"Dude, I said extra. You know, the people that are in the background?" he responded, his fingers trailing along the screen of his iPhone.

"Thanks, Boo." Bailey rolled her eyes, an uncontrollable smile still playing upon her lips.

"Ah, here's his number." Joe grinned, then put the phone up to his ear as he stared at Bailey who looked un-amused.

"Tell Kev I said hey, because I know you're not really calling your producer." she informed, taking a gulp of her tea.

"Hey, Mr.Parker. It's Joe Jonas." he grinned into the phone. "Yes, yes. I'm out at lunch. I should be back in an hour. . .Oh really?. . .Alright. -Hey, I was wondering. My girlfriend, she- Yes, Bailey Baker." he eyed her in amazement, a little surprised that 'his producer' knew her name. "Yeah, well, I was wondering if you have any extra room for an extra?"

"Joseph." Bailey barely got out between gritted teeth. "Hang up. Now."

"Ok, sweet!" Joe smiled, ignoring her command.

"You can stop joking around!" she pleaded.

"Thanks so much. See you in a few. Bye!" he finished, hanging up and looking at her before picking up his pizza and taking a big bite as her silence filled his ears. Did something just happen?

2010-08-01T19:06:00.000-07:00

Ninety minutes and 4 'Kokes' later, Bailey was completely out of it. Instead of having a motor mouth and crazy dance moves, the alcohol had a different effect on her. She was as quiet as a mouse, her eyes glossy as she stared out into space. Almost losing her balance on the barstool, her mind came back into reality, not being able to process the grin on the bartender's face in front of her. She eyed him out of confusion.

"Told you I made the best." he boasted.

Bailey scrunched her nose up, slipping off the barstool. "You're weird." she said blatantly before turning around and walking into a crowd of people.

"Hey, watch it!" she heard a girl exclaim.

"Sorry." Bailey muttered in response, throwing her hands up as her eyes gazed down to the ground. She couldn't even focus her eyes long enough to see the glares from the random people that she was receiving. She then spun around, away from the group and into a somewhat familiar curly head.

"Hey Bails." Nick smiled at her, but she couldn't tell.

"Nicholas!" she exclaimed, grabbing onto his shoulders with both hands. "How've you been, buddy?" a cheesy grin spread across her face as Nick inhaled the foul smell of her breath. He tried not to gag.

"Are you alright?" he cautiously asked, hoping that she wasn't what he thought she was.

"Never better." she continued to beam. He watched as her eyes tried to focus on his, but they just swirled around aimlessly. At that moment he realized that she wasn't just playing with him; she was completely wasted.

"When was the last time you've talked with anyone? Where's Mandy?" Nick questioned, concern in his voice. Bailey laughed, then shrugged her shoulders.

"Mandy wandered off hours ago." she flung her wrist in the air, almost hitting a man who was passing by. "Oops." she giggled.

Nick then glanced around the area, a bit paranoid. Wrapping his arm around Bailey's waist, he began to walk.

"Come on. I'm going to take you back to the hotel." he stated. Just them, Bailey stopped walking and jerked away from him.

"I don't want to leave!" she exclaimed, making a few people around them stare. Nick sighed.

"The party is over. Everyone is leaving." he lied to get her to give in, knowing that she wouldn't be able to tell the difference either way.

"Oh." Bailey replied, stumbling forward at him. His arm made it's way around her waist once again as he lead her outside of the flashy club, hoping that no one had seen.

After waving down a cab, Nick slowly helped Bailey into the backseat. He told the driver to take them to their hotel as fast as he could, unless he wanted to provide a barf bag. Believe it or not, the cab had stopped outside their destination in a quick 10 minutes and Bailey was on the verge of passing out. Nick swung the car door open and helped her out.

"Nick?" she mumbled, looking over at his blurry head.

"Yeah?" he replied hesitantly. The funny look her face made caused him to pull away from her. A split second later, she spewed out her insides on the pavement outside the hotel lobby. Wincing, Nick looked away, then back at her once the nasty gagging noises had stopped. After taking a deep breath and holding it in, Nick helped Bailey up to their floor.

Once stopping outside her door, Bailey looked at Nick expectantly.

"What?" he asked. "You don't have your card key?"

"Nick, I don't even think I have a brain right now." she gripped her throbbing head as the numbing feeling started to wear off. She was slowly coming back to reality. Sighing, Nick trailed down the hall to the room next to hers. After sliding his key in and hearing a beep, the door creaked open as he flicked on the lights. "Ow." Bailey groaned, her hand shooting up to her forehead.

"Sorry." he mumbled, then swiveled the light down so the room went dim. "You can just crash on Joe's bed 'til they get back I guess."

"I'd rather not." she replied disgustedly.

"Bails, you need to rest." Nick tried to keep his voice soft.

"I know, just not in his bed." she stated, making her way over to his. She eased herself into the bed, then let her head fall into her hands.

"So are you going tell me what's going on now? I've already waited this long to ask why in the world you were drinking, not to mention refusing your own boyfriend's bed. I deserve to know something." he spilled as the tension in the room rose a bit.

Bailey proceeded to give him the half-assed version of what she had witnessed. Her head felt like it was going to explode. Hoping he'd be satisfied with the limited amount of words she had spoken, she stood up as he tossed her one of his old shirts. She slipped the shirt over top of her strapless dress, then pulled the dress down her body and kicked it off by her feet. Now wearing only Nick's shirt and a pair of underwear, she slid into his vacant bed.

A little taken aback by the story he had just heard about his brother letting another girl kiss him, he was speechless. He had hoped that it was just the alcohol inside of her talking, but the other half knew that it was most likely true. She wouldn't have made it up, plus he knew how girls threw themselves at him. Nick didn't exactly know what to say to make her feel better,.

After grabbing a few pills, he walked over to Bailey's side of the bed and handed her the Advil with a glass of water. Her head crashed into the pillow after a simple 'thank you'. Instantly, her eyes closed. Her head hurt too much to even think; she was out within moments.

About an hour had passed. Nick stared at the almost silent TV screen as his cell buzzed in the pocket of his flannel PJ pants. He glanced down at the little LCD screen, it read 'Joe',

"Hey." he said quietly into the phone after placing it up to his ear.

"Have you seen Bailey?" Joe's voice was loud through the speaker as he tried to speak over the loud music in the background. Sighing, Nick got up and made his way into the tiny bathroom, closing the door behind him so he could talk at a normal volume.

"Yeah Joe, she's here."

"Ok, good!" he replied. "I couldn't find her. . . Why'd she leave? -You know what, never mind. I'll be there in a few. I'll talk to her then. Later!"

"But -" Nick started, but then slammed his phone shut after the line went dead.

Before he knew it, it was almost 5am.

The group arrived back at the hotel. After realizing Bailey was asleep in the room, everyone knew to keep it quiet, even if the adrenaline inside of them was still alive from the party. Joe stood above Bailey's sleeping body, looking at her beautiful face as the guilt continued racking up on his heart.

"Should I wake her up?" he asked softly, then looked up at Nick.

"Joe, just back off." he replied, sounding meaner than he wanted to.

"Hey!" Joe snapped, glaring at him.

"I mean, she's sick. Give her a bit of room, let her sleep." Nick quickly replied before grabbing a spare blanket and pillow out of the closet and making his way to the couch on the other side of the hotel room.

Looking back down to Bailey, Joe slowly leaned his body down and softly kissed her on her cheek. Sighing, he then got changed and slipped into bed where Kevin was already asleep.

- - - - -

Bailey was instantly awoken by the sour taste in her mouth. The clock next to the bed read '10am' as she rushed into the small bathroom and swinging the door closed. Doubling over the porcelain bowl, she threw up the rest of the junk that was in her stomach. She coughed a few times before falling onto her butt and leaning up against the bathroom wall. Her eyes started to close as the bathroom door slowly began to open. She watched as a sleepy Joe stared at her from the doorway.

"Are you alright?" his scratchy, morning voice asked as he kneeled down to look into her bloodshot eyes.

"Better than last night." she barley got out, not wanting to even speak. Bailey had never felt more disgusting in her life. She tried to overlook the questioning expression that played on his face, but she couldn't help it. "I think there was something in my drink last night." she shrugged, which was true.

"Oh." he replied. Hearing about last night made the guilt return to the front of his mind. "Do you want me to get you anything?"

"No, I think I'll be alright." she tried her best to convince him with a look of reassurance.

Joe stared at her for a moment before speaking. "I think we're heading out in an hour or so. We've got a show tomorrow in Minnesota, I think? Ross wants to get there early."

"Thanks for the heads up." she blinked slowly, then stood up, wiping her mouth on her sleeve.

With that, she made her way over to her and Mandy's room. After knocking on the door from the hallway, the door swung open to reveal Mandy in a towel.

"Hey party girl!" she smiled, moving away from the doorway so Bailey could enter. "Have fun last night?"

"I don't even want to talk about it." she groaned, then immediately went to the bathroom to shower.

Mandy banged on the door to get her attention. "It's alright. Nick already told me. -But don't worry, Joe doesn't know."

Sighing, Bailey stepped into the steamy shower, trying to scrub her thoughts away. If anything, it just caused her head to pound even more. All she wanted to do was get back to bed. Eventually, she finished and got all her stuff together. Wearing a baggy pair of sweatpants and a random t-shirt, Bailey followed Mandy and the boys down to the tour bus with their bags in hand. Everyone was pretty quiet, since they were still exhausted from the party that had ended only 6 hours prior.

Once everyone flooded onto the bus, they pretty much dispersed to their bunks. Bailey was the only one at first to head into the back lounge. Pulling her favorite blanket off the back of the couch, she curled up into the corner as Joe entered, taking a seat next to her.

"Bails, can we talk?" he asked, keeping his voice down a bit. All she did was nod. Joe took a deep breath, then looked away from her eyes. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to find the words in his mouth. All he could think about when his head hit the pillow only hours before was the kiss. The kiss that wasn't from Bailey. "Last night, I messed up." he started. Instantly, Bailey's stomach sank. She knew exactly what was coming next. After taking another deep breath, he continued. "A girl kissed me last night. We were just standing there talking, and she just kissed me." Bailey was expressionless. "I pulled away though. . .but -"

"I know." she stated, her tired eyes looking up at his.

"What? You knew?" she nodded, the guilt building up even more inside his body.

"Bails, I'm so sorry. Really, I am. I shouldn't have just stood there. I should've pushed her away sooner. It's just, I was so caught up in the party, everything was crazy." she didn't speak, but his eyes were pleading. "I had her kicked out." he stated.

"You kicked her out?" Bailey exclaimed, a bit shocked.

"She shouldn't have done it. Plus she started screaming and cursing at me when I pushed her away." he shrugged. "She just had to go."

"Joe. . ."

"Look, it really shouldn't have happened and I'm sorry." he rambled. "She just. . .threw herself at me."

"I know, I saw." she said. "It's fine. Just forget about it." Bailey finished truthfully, just wanting to get back to sleep.

"I still feel horrible."

"Don't worry about it. It wasn't your fault."

"I don't care. I'm going to fix things. No matter who's fault it was, it still happened." he kept poking at it, trying to get the feeling out of his system.

"Joseph Adam, shut it. Alright?" Bailey snapped. "It's ok!" she grabbed his hand, pulling it into her lap. "Stop feeling bad about yourself. I saw what happened. It's over and done with." Joe just looked at her, trying to think of what to say.

"Alright." he surrendered, but the feeling was still there. He felt like he was forgetting something. "Just get some sleep. I can tell you had a rough night." she playfully smacked him on the arm. "Night, even though it's almost noon." he chuckled, then leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

Bailey smiled up at him until he made his way to his bunk. Feeling a bit better about everything, she sunk into the cushion, her head resting on the armrest as she curled the blanket up to her chin. Within moments she fell into a peaceful sleep.

- - - - -

After rolling over for a seventh time on the leather couch, Bailey finally threw the blanket onto the floor. She felt like her normal self again as she sat up, glancing up at the clock on the wall. It was a little after 6pm. Yawning and stretching her arms up above her head, she was a bit weirded out by the silence on the bus. Everything was still. She hesitantly made her way to the bunk area; no one was there. She was alone.

With that, she went to exit the bus to see where it was even parked. A note was hanging in the doorway. Her lips started to curl as she snatched it down.

" Meet me up above.

-Joe "

Scrunching her eyes in confusion, she stepped off the bus to see that she was in the parking lot behind a hotel that had a high elevation. She assumed everyone was already inside and checked in. Looking down at the note again, she mumbled to herself.

"Meet me up above." her voice was soft, as she looked up after hearing someone clear their throat. She chuckled as she watched Joe's head pop out from the roof of the bus.

"Hey sleepy head." he smiled, looking down at her.

"What are you doing up there?" she asked, shielding her eyes from the sun that was beginning to set.

"You know, stuff." he tried to sound secretive before waving her up. Making her way to the rear of the bus, Bailey slowly climbed up the steel ladder to see Joe sitting on a blanket with a bucket and bag of KFC and a boom box.

"Well, isn't this romantic." she laughed, walking over on the roof and taking a seat next to him.

"Yeah, look." he replied, turning his head and pointing over to the mountains far in the distance. The sky was mixed with hot pink and orange as the sun slowly began to sink behind the peaks.

"I guess we made it to Minnesota on time." she smiled, the scenery hypnotizing her mind. Her eyes stared out at the bright colors as Joe stared at her calm, beautiful face. "So what made you think of this?" she asked, redirecting her attention to his warm, dark eyes.

He shrugged, then put his hand on his growling stomach. "I thought you'd be hungry. Plus, we drove by a big sign that said something like, 'If you buy so-and-so, you get a free pirate ring'." Joe held up his hand proudly, showing off the big plastic skull on his finger. "I made them turn around and pull over." Bailey laughed as he dug into the bag.

After chowing down and finishing a lame conversation of 'who would throw the best hissy fit if we stuck their underwear in the freezer; Nick or Kevin?' Joe pulled a tiny box out of his pocket.

"Another pirate accessory?" Bailey joked, looking over at him. The sky was now a light purple, the sun had almost completely disappeared. She tried to keep herself from smiling as she watched him.

Joe chuckled, looking down as his fingers played with the box. "Not quite." His serious tone caught her attention. At that moment, a nervous feeling erupted in her stomach as her heart began to thump in her throat. "So, I." he cleared his throat. "I, uh, picked up this thing the other day." he gulped, then hesitantly looked up at her. "I was going to do this last night, but I couldn't find you." Bailey couldn't help but smile at how much difficulty he was having. The way the words slipped out of his mouth made him sound like he was unsure of himself, but that made him look even more adorable. "Well, I got you this." he said, opening the box to reveal a silver ring.

Bailey's eyes glistened as she looked down at the simple, shiny band. "Aw, Joe." she cooed, her nose started to burn a bit as her eyes began to tear.

Joe took the ring out and held it in front of her. "I had this made the other day." he paused, tilting the ring so she could see the inside. It had 'Joe & Bailey <3' engraved on it. "Here." he gently grabbed her hand and slipped the ring on her ring finger. "I wanted to get you something that symbolized us. This was the best I could think of." he shrugged, then smiled weakly. "It's not like, a purity ring or anything. It's just. . .you know, a ring. -I mean, unless you want it to stand for something else." he was now babbling, which made Bailey laugh.

"Joe, it's too cute. You're too cute." she smiled, leaning forward and planting a light kiss on his lips. "Thank you."

"Oh." he exclaimed, pulling his ring off of his finger. He showed her the inside.

"Oh my God. You got the same thing engraved on your ring?" she asked in disbelief, he nodded proudly. "Your mother is going to kill you!" Joe laughed.

"Calm down, I asked her first. She said it was a wonderful idea." he blushed a little.

"But Joe, you've got my name engraved on your purity ring." she chuckled. "Are you trying to tell me something?"

It looked as if Joe's eyes popped out of his head. "Bails! No, it's not even like that."

She laughed. "I was definitely kidding. But, I mean, if you really. . ." he eyed her. "I'm kidding! Kidding, kidding." she repeated with another smile, shaking her head at how serious he was being. "Just, what'll happen if we. . .you know, break up. . . Then you're stuck with that."

"Stop killing it." he forced out a chuckle.

"I mean, not that I'm saying we will. But in all reality, not everything lasts forever." Bailey's serious tone was soft as Joe's smooth hand held onto hers.

"Well, all I can say is that I'm going to do my best so it will last forever." he replied before she slowly moved in towards him, her lips passionately colliding with his.

For a moment she pulled away, staring deep into his eyes. "I like that idea." He smiled before reconnecting his lips with hers.

2010-08-01T19:02:00.000-07:00

Mandy sat silently on the hotel bed in her clingy, purple fabric as Bailey trotted out of the bathroom, spinning her white, strapless dress around, showing off her sun-kissed legs. Soft, dark blonde curls laid softly on her shoulders as a few straight stands hung across her forehead. Her eyes were shimmered with a bronzy color that made her bright blue eyes twinkle. A thin, faded black line outlined her eyes, making them pop even more.

"Mandy, don't play with me!" she exclaimed, putting her hands on her hips. "Do I look alright?" Bailey didn't receive a response. "Come On! Say something."

"I'd tap that." she grinned, making Bailey roll her eyes.

"You scare me sometimes." Bailey laughed, trying to walk normally in her strappy heels to grab her purse off the bed. She tripped once, making Mandy crack up, but she quickly straightened her body and headed over towards the door.

"Ugh. The boys already left. Looks like we're showing up alone." Mandy sighed, closing her cell phone as they headed down to the lobby of the hotel.

"Well, not alone." Bailey corrected, linking her arm with hers. "We have each other."

Mandy laughed. "Talk about giving the wrong impression. . ."

"I don't even care anymore." she breathed out. "It's just good, clean fun."

- - - - -

"Damn, this place is huge." Bailey cooed, her eyes looking up at the flashing, florescent lights as she followed Mandy into the thumping, dimly lit club. People of all ages were everywhere, most of them dressed to impress. Bailey hadn't seen so many good-looking people all in one place in her life. She was amazed.

Mandy laughed at her amusement. "Yeah, this is just the norm." She linked her arm with Bailey's once more, then weaved in and out of people to get to the back lounge where she was told the boys would be.

Instantly, Bailey spotted Joe a few yards in front of her. His dark hair poking out from under his black Al Capone hat as his bright white teeth made a permanent appearance to the people that were talking to him at that moment. She couldn't help but smile as she watched him speak, how his lips moved with every word he said, the cute little laugh he'd make after each tiny comment. She was in love.

"C'mon." Mandy waved for Bailey to follow her over to Joe. The two older men that were talking with him walked off, leaving Joe to watch as they approached him.

"Mandy, you look great." he smiled, only glancing at Bailey for a split second. She felt a bit hurt as she stood there expectantly. "Hey, have you seen a gorgeous girl, about yey high, beautiful blue eyes and the most amazing smile you could die for." he smiled, trying his best not to meet Bailey's eyes. Playfully, she smacked him in the arm before he pulled her into a big hug, kissing her ear before squeezing her body against his. "You look amazing." he breathed on her neck that made the tiny hairs on her body stand on edge.

"You look pretty good yourself." she smiled back, once again trying to fight off the butterflies in her stomach. Even after this long, he still had that effect on her. "This place is crazy." she stated, pulling away and looking around in amazement.

"I know. I was so surprised." he chuckled, nudging her as Mandy looked at her funny. "Well, you know, because I had no idea what-so-ever." Joe coughed. "Ah, well, Ross told me to stay on my toes and mingle with everyone. Apparently, with me being an adult now, -" he shuddered. "- that's what I'm supposed to do." The girls laughed.

"Alright. I guess we'll see you around then?" Bailey smiled up at him as he moved in closer to her face. He smiled back and nodded quickly before placing a passionate kiss on her shiny lips. After pulling away for a quick moment, he went back in for another, then another, then another. "Joe!" she exclaimed, giggling a bit.

"Sorry." he blushed. "I can't help it." he kissed her again, then pulled away after feeling Bailey's hands pressing up against his chest. "Alright, alright. I'm going." his lips met hers once more before he scurried off into the crowd.

"You two are too cute." Mandy squeaked, a cheesy grin plastered on her face. All Bailey could do was blush as her entire body began to tingle.

- - - - -

"I'll have a coke, please." Bailey smiled at the bar tender, then turned around to get a good view or her area. It was about an hour into the party and it looked like the people had doubled. Joe was still out and about, and Mandy had drifted around to a few other people.

"Bailey Baker?" she heard a voice say, then watched as a body approached her. A woman who looked like she was in her late-twenties immediately extended her hand after receiving a head nod. "Maria Parker, I'm with Popstar." she smiled.

"Hi." she chuckled, a little overwhelmed that a magazine person was speaking with her. This was the first time ever that she had been recognized for anything.

"So I've heard that you're pretty much the best tour-assistant out there. Is that right?" Maria chuckled, brown nosing a bit. Bailey didn't care, she was loving it.

"Ah, well. I'm not horrible or anything." she chuckled, then grabbed the drink off the bar behind her without looking. Casually taking a sip, she ignored the odd-tasting 'Coke' that ran down her throat and continued to smile up at the woman.

"I know that this is supposed to be a night of fun and all, but do you think you'd mind doing an interview? I'm sure the readers would love to hear a bit from Joe Jonas' girlfriend." she grinned, hoping she had flattered her enough to lure her in.

After talking another gulp of the liquid in front of her, Bailey replied quickly. "How do you even know that?" she chuckled, Maria shrugged her shoulders.

"It's kind of our job. I mean, you can find anything on the internet now-a-days." she smirked. "Plus, fans had been asking about you, who you were, where you're from, so on and so forth. I think we owe it to them to let 'em know who their dream guy is dating."

Bailey laughed. "So I can get hate mail and death threats?"

Maria threw her hands up in the air. "Oh nonsense, they love you." she lied, but continued to smile. Laughing, Bailey agreed to the interview. She thought it'd be a little fun.

Within moments, Maria had lead Bailey into another back lounge. It was a little more closed off than the one she was in with Joe and Mandy earlier, but you could still easily hear the music and the commotion of the partiers around. It was a quick interview, only about twenty minutes long. She hadn't spilled her guts as much as she thought she was going to, but she was sure Maria had taken in enough information to make her article. After shaking her hand and saying goodbye, Maria then was lost in the crowd.

Sighing, Bailey eyed the masses of people around her as the music thumped in her mind. Laser lights were flying all around as she spotted Joe off in the distance talking to a couple girls. They looked like fans, gawking up into his gorgeous brown eyes and his perfect smile. Bailey found herself staring at him, even he was far away. She loved watching as the girls giggled over him. She couldn't help but laugh as the one fan popped up and kissed him on the cheek. Smiling, he tried to laugh it off himself, taking about a half step back. Smirking, Bailey continued to stare. She then squinted her eyes, wanting to make sure she wasn't, at that moment, seeing things. Another girl had brought her hand up to his cheek, and quickly moved in for his lips. A little shocked, Bailey didn't blink. She knew how crazy fans got, so she just waited a second for Joe to push her off of him. A second turned into two, then three, then four. Bailey froze in place as she watched for a mere ten seconds before Joe reluctantly pulled his lips away from hers, slowly opening his eyes to see the girl beaming up at him. It was as if something had hit him right then when he quickly shook his head and backed further away from the girl, realizing the mistake he had just made.

Bailey stayed where she was, off in the distance, not noticed by Joe. Her heart ached, watching another girl kiss him, but then again it was mended again when she saw the look of guilt on Joe's face. Yeah, he did pull away, but he was about nine seconds too slow.

Instantly, Bailey made her way back over to the bar to see the same man who had served her earlier. He looked down at her expectantly.

"Could you get me the same thing I had earlier?" she asked, her eyes pleading up at him.

"You liked that, aye?" he grinned. "That there was my version of Koke. You know, with a 'K'. Best drink in -" Bailey cut him off.

"Yes, I loved it. Now come on." she snapped, her fingers tapping the counter rapidly as she glanced around at the other people seated at the bar.

"Fine, killer." he threw his hands up in defense. "I guess I'm going to have to add a little extra magic to this one, if you know what I mean."

Bailey knew exactly what he meant. "That'd be perfect." she exclaimed, hoping that the guy didn't card her. She knew that the man thought she was at least 21. At that moment, she mentally thanked her parents for her good looks as she awaited her ticket out of reality.

2010-08-01T18:57:00.000-07:00

Bailey awoke in her bunk the next morning, sighing with a smile on her face as images from the night before ran through her mind. She rolled over on her side, hugging onto her blanket as she faced the wall; Joe's smile embedded on the inside of her eyelids. Hearing the curtain to her bunk being slid open, she stayed put. After feeling the bunk shift, she knew who had climbed in next to her. A pair of arm arms wrapped around her waist, making her smile as she rolled over to look at the owner's face. Her eyes bulged out of her head as her body instantly sat up, causing her to smack right into the bunk above her as she yelled.

"MANDY!"

The girl broke out into hysterics, almost falling out of the bunk. Doubling over, Mandy continued to laugh as Bailey slid out of her bunk, her face expressionless. She had no idea what to even say.

"Oh my God, you should've seen your face." she barley got out, tears forming in her eyes from the laughter.

"You don't understand how violated I feel." Bailey tried to chuckle, but instead she scratched her messy head as Joe entered the bunk area.

"Are you guys alright?" he questioned, concern on his face until he noticed Mandy. He chuckled. "What'd she do now?"

"She definitely tried to make a move on me." Bailey shuddered. "You better watch out." she faked a laugh, trying to get the goosebumps that formed on her body to go away. Laughing, Joe wrapped his arm around her and lead her to the front of the bus.

"So, we have the day off today." he grinned. "I was thinking maybe we could -"

"Hold it." Ross stated, stepping up into the parked bus. "Actually, that is only half true." Joe sighed, then pulled Bailey down next to him on the couch as they waited to hear what their boss had to say. "We've got plans tonight."

Joe chuckled, "Sorry Ross, but I'm already taken." he squeezed Bailey next to him.

"Ha. You still have jokes, kid." Ross sounded un-amused. "But no, there's a big thing going down tonight at the Amp'd Club about 20 minutes from here. I expect to see you there. Oh, and you too Ms.Baker." with that, he exited the bus.

Sighing, Joe leaned back into the couch. "So much for a day off. And it's a Friday too, what a waste."

Bailey looked at him with a confused look on her face. "Are you really that stupid?" he just stared back at her, making her laugh. "The weekend after your big 18th birthday, hello!"

"What are you saying?" he asked, his eyes coming together, trying to piece together what she was getting at.

"I wasn't told anything, and I probably shouldn't be spelling this out for you right now, but if I didn't know any better I'd have to say that Ross planned a little suttin'-suttin' for our boy Joseph for his birthday." she smirked, getting a bit excited herself. "-But you have no idea about this wonderful plan what-so-ever, right?"

"Hm, what is this nonsense you're talking about?" Joe replied, smirking as a nervous feeling grew in his stomach. He loved playing dumb, even if he knew himself that Ross and a few others had been planning a 'secret' something for him. He was kinda glad that he knew Bailey had his back, but then again she knew that she hadn't known for sure.

- - - - -

"Sorry about this morning." Mandy apologized, trying not to laugh as her and Bailey walked into the local mall. They had the morning and afternoon off, so they thought shopping would be a better way to spend their time than hanging out on the bus, or at the hotel that they were 'staying' at for the 'day'.

"It's alright. Really." Bailey laughed, giving her a reassuring glance. "I was just expecting to see Joe, that's all."

"That's what I hoped for." she chuckled, then shrugged. "I thought it'd be funny, and I was bored, so that's what came out of it."

"So anyway, what's this thing that Ross has planned for tonight?" Bailey asked as they entered the tiny Starbuck's café.

"What thing?" Mandy asked as her eyes squinted up at the tiny menu in front of the counter. Her fingers played with the pocket of her jeans as she tried to decide what to order.

"What do you mean, 'what thing?' You know exactly what thing." Bailey chuckled before quickly ordering a Carmel Frap. Mandy ordered her Vanilla Bean as she tried to hide the smile that formed at Bailey's tone.

"I still don't know what you're talking about." she lied, pulling out a few bucks. "You've got lunch."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Spill it!"

Mandy sighed, then leaned her back against the counter as the employees made their drinks. "Well, bottom line, there's going to be a huge 'birthday bash' for our wonderful DJ Danger."

"-And how come I wasn't told about this?" Bailey replied, trying to sound as hurt as possible, even if she didn't really care that she wasn't told. She loved surprises, even if they weren't for her.

Mandy laughed. "Are you really asking me this?" she nodded. "You and Joe are inseparable. Ross knew you'd leak it, no matter how many times you could've possibly promised to keep your mouth shut." Mandy smiled. "Once Joe gets that grasp of your heart, there isn't anything that boy can't make you do."

Bailey chuckled, knowing she was right. After mouthing two 'thank yous' prior to grabbing their drinks, they walked back out into the mall as the wave of guilt soared over Bailey's body. She knew she should've kept her mouth shut earlier, but she couldn't help it.

"-But anyway." Mandy continued in excitement before taking a sip of her yummy deliciousness. "We need to go pick out cute dresses."

"Cute dresses?" she questioned. "You mean hot dresses."

"No, I actually mean, oh-my-god-I-think-he-just-fainted dresses." she finished making Bailey almost spit out her Starbuck's.

"I love the way you think."

2010-08-01T18:55:00.000-07:00

Joe was awaken from his horrible sleep by Kevin's voice.

"Happy Birthday!" he said, keeping his voice soft so he didn't wake the rest if the bus. "Now hurry up and get dressed. We've got a handful of interviews this morning."

"Ugh." Joe grounded into his pillow. "What time is it?"

"5 am." Joe sighed; he had only slept for 2 hours.

Barley able to keep control of his legs, he stumbled from his bunk and got dressed. He had been up all night thinking about everything; his life, his brothers, the band, fans, turning 18, and his girlfriend. Bailey. Instantly, a wave of guilt surged throughout him. He thought about what he had said the night before, not knowing why he spazzed on her. He was just aggravated, he didn't mean to take it out on her.

Silently, Joe pulled back the curtain to Bailey's bunk. The guilt added up even more when he saw a light line of dried mascara on her face. He wanted to wake her up and apologize like crazy, but he was leaving and her body looked too peaceful and still to disturb. Plus, he knew that purposely waking her up 5 hours earlier than normal would be suicide. Add on the fact that she was already pissed at him and that there would be a Devil's Trap. Instead, he leaned in over top of her calm body and softly kissed her cheek.

"Come on!" Kevin hissed from the front of the bus. Quickly, Joe pulled away and waved him off. "And tell Nick to hurry up with Frankie." he said, stepping off the bus.

After glancing around the bus, Joe grabbed a napkin and a pen that were on the counter. Leaning down towards the surface, he left a little note for Bailey.

'Bails,
I <3 you!

-Joe'

Smiling, he left the napkin next to her favorite box of cereal on the counter before heading to the back lounge.

"Nick, let's go." he said, then made his was off of the bus.

"Alright Frankie, come on." Nick sighed, turning off the PlayStaion2. He then saw that his little brother had a chocolate ring around his mouth from the box of doughnuts that were in his hands. "Ew, and wipe your face."

He waved for Frankie to follow him off the bus. Trailing through the kitchen area, Frankie snatched up the napkin Joe has just written on and cleaned his mouth. After tossing it into the trashcan in the front, he trotted behind Nick to the van.

- - - -

"Stupid phone!" Bailey awoke at the sound of Mandy's voice, then heard a thud. Slowly, she climbed out of the bunk and walked into the back room to see Mandy sprawled out on the leather couch. "Sorry." she said, realizing she had woken her.

Bailey chuckled. "It's cool." she made her way over and fell back onto the couch, grabbing the blanket that was draped over the side. "What time is it?"

"10:07ish." she replied, causing Bailey to laugh.

"So where's -"

"They have interviews." Mandy sighed, letting her head fall onto the pillow under her chin as she laid on her stomach. "Alllllllll morning. Poor Joe, -" she now had Bailey's full attention. "- having to spend his birthday talking to strangers. So, are you going to tell me what happened between you two now?"

Mandy listened intently as Bailey told her everything that had happened the night before. How Joe had randomly freaked out on her, said how everyone needed to leave him alone, etc. Mandy was shocked.

"That was stupid of him." she sounded a bit angry. "I know it was wrong for him to talk to you like that, but I also know he didn't mean any of it."

Bailey sighed. "I know, but still. It hurt." Mandy looked at her in sympathy. "Have you talked to him today?"

"He left a note saying that they'd be out all day doing interviews." she shrugged. "I called him after I woke up, but it went straight to voicemail."

"I guess I'll give him a try." Bailey stated, getting up from the couch and grabbing her phone. She wasn't even worried about being mad at him anymore. It was stupid and she figured he was over his little mood swing as well.

Bailey exhaled with a bit of force after listening to his answering machine. Hanging up, she made her way back to Mandy and shook her head.

- - - - -

"Yes! Lunchtime." Bailey exclaimed, jogging through the hall with Mandy. Ross had them set up for four hours working around the venue; talking to different people, gathering paperwork, and a few other things. It was going on 2pm and the girls were starving.

"I swear, there better be lunchmeat left. If not, I blame you." Mandy stated, trying to sound mean. It didn't work out that well because Bailey ended up chuckling.

"-And how would that be my fault?"

"Because, if you hadn't ended up having your little dance-fest while filing those papers, then we would've been here thirty minutes ago, with guaranteed lunchmeat." she stuck her nose in the air and turned away from Bailey.

"Hey! You were dancing too." she laughed, remembering the 'funky chicken' that she had ended up doing to Hannah Montana's "Nobody's Perfect".

"Psh. Did you call him again?" Mandy asked, changing the subject, looking over at her as they entered the room where the traditional buffet tables were set up just like every other show.

Shaking her head, Bailey pulled out her phone and looked up Joe's number. She had been thinking about him all day, but she couldn't get a hold of him. She just wanted to talk to him about the argument last night and make sure that he was doing alright. Not to mention, she still had yet to tell him 'Happy Birthday'.

"Voicemail, again." Bailey sighed again and slammed her phone shut. "This su -" she started, but stop once she turned into a big, burley dude who quickly came around the corner, knocking her off her feet.

"I'm so sorry, miss!" the guy was quick to speak before hurrying off on his cell phone with a handful of papers in his arms.

Mandy looked down and laughed at her. "Are you alright?" she asked, reaching her hands out for her to grab. Bailey nodded, then pulled herself up. Whimpering, she looked down at the ground. "Really, are you ok?"

"My cell phone." she said a little over-dramatically, reaching down to see her phone snapped in half from where the had landed. "Leave it up to my ass to break my own phone."

"Literally." Mandy chuckled, then got a glare from Bailey. "Hey! I don't have a phone either. I accidentally fried the Sim Card earlier." It was Bailey's turn to laugh. "That's not funny!"

"Whatever." she smiled, shaking her head. "Ha. Looks like they have a little bit of lunchmeat left." With that, Mandy left her side and rushed up to the table, grabbing a roll and making her way to the tray.

After their forty-five minute break, the girls trailed back into the hallway. Mandy was still a little excited that she had eaten her lunchmeat, but Bailey was still a bit bummed that she hadn't heard from Joe. She couldn't even get a hold of Nick or Kevin either, and she didn't know why. Maybe they really did have interviews all day, or maybe they were avoiding her. Instantly, a bit of weight was added to her back as she thought about the possibilities. She shook them off, knowing she'd see them eventually; either right before the show for the night, or during it as she stood with her hand-dandy, non-purposefully clipboard and headset.

"Ladies! Good to see you up and working today." Ross exclaimed, walking into them on the opposite side of the hallway. Bailey faked a smile since her mind was everywhere but on her work. "Great! Ms.Baker, ready for something new?" he asked a bit excitedly.

"Not really." she muttered.

"Splendid!" he clapped his hands. Bailey shot Mandy a look as if to say, 'Are you kidding me?', but her face was already shouting that. "Here." Ross said, handing her the keys to his Chevy Cobalt. "I need you to run out and do me a favor." he looked at Bailey.

"-And that favor would consist of. . ." she trailed off, looking at him expectantly.

- - - - -

"Sweet old bus, how I missed you so." Joe cooed, hugging the rear end of the tour bus after exiting the van that just entered the venue parking lot.

"Quit messing around. We go on in 15 minutes! We're already running late." Nick exclaimed, quickly making his way inside.

"Whatever." he mumbled, slowly following behind his brother, keeping a look out for his girlfriend. All he could think about all day was her. He hoped to get a phone call after she found his little note, but he hadn't. He didn't even receive any voicemails, but then again he knew that she hated leaving those, so he didn't think twice.

Walking around the venue for about 10 minutes, Joe had no luck in finding Bailey. After asking around, no one had claimed seeing her. He couldn't even find Mandy. His right-hand-man/girl was nowhere to be found. The only thing he could think of was that they were mad at him. Scratching his head in frustration, he jumped about a foot in the air as someone poked his sides from behind. Kevin burst out into hysterics as Joe straightened out his shirt, trying to play off the fact that he was just startled.

"Not cool." Joe state bluntly, crossing his arms.

"Whatever." he laughed. "Come on."

Making their way backstage, the boys were getting pumped up on the sides; jumping around, shaking their bodies in weird ways. They had been sitting all day; it was finally their turn to rock out and have a little fun doing what they do best.

Once he was able to, Joe got a good view of the crowd from the side stage. Smiling, he noticed Mandy standing at the foot of the stage with a clipboard and headset, but frowned once he noticed it wasn't Bailey. Instantly, he searched for her face.

It was hopeless; she wasn't there.

- - - - -

"ASSHOLE!" Bailey yelled out the window to the car that cut her off on the highway.

Stepping a bit harder in the gas, she exceeded the speed limit by about 10 mph. The stress was getting to her. After running Ross' errand that was over an hour away in the next town, it was almost 10pm and she was still twenty minutes from the venue. She had been out all night picking up Ross' birthday present for Joe. He had ordered a big package that was shipped to the other town and he wanted her to pick it up for him, but it wasn't that simple. There were complications with the order, the workers at the place were packed with other people, plus they started to say that she wasn't allowed to obtain the package without the buyer's, which would be Ross', signature. It was a huge mess that caused a major delay. Now Bailey had missed Joe's birthday show.

I had felt like a bad dream; like the ones you have when you miss something important and the guilt is just piled onto our back? That's how Bailey felt as she sped into the parking lot, poorly parking the Cobalt as she rushed onto the JB tour bus, setting the package and Ross's note down on the 'kitchen' table, just like he had instructed her to. Hoping the plans hadn't changed, since she was without a cell phone, she glanced over at the clock to see it was 10:30. She knew for a fact that the boys were done the show and already at the meet and greet.

With only and hour and a half of Joe's birthday left, she began to panic. Knowing for a fact that the boys wouldn't return to the bus until a little after 11pm, she wrote Joe a little note and stuck it next to Ross' present. She also jotted down a second note with similar words and put it on his pillow, just incase he happened to miss the first one. With that, she quickly grabbed her duffle bag that was already packed with a few special items, then quickly made her way back to the car and sped off.

2010-08-01T18:53:00.000-07:00

"- If I couldn't see -" Joe voice lingered in the arena. It was quickly drowned out by the screams of the crowd as he kneeled down on the stage, holding a luck fan's hand. "Those -" he held it a bit longer, looking up at her pink face. "- eyes." he smiled, then kissed her hand as the crowd continued to go ballistic.

Smiling from her normal spot, Bailey watched as the girl's hands shook as she slowly slid off of the stool in the center of the stage before giving each boy a big hug.

"Aw, she's too cute." Mandy's voice came in through Bailey's headset. She could hear her smiling.

"Her shirt looks awesome. It must have taken a while." Bailey stated, admiring the studs on her black tank top that were aligned precisely in a way that showed the 'JB' logo perfectly.

"I'm in love with her hair. I wish my hair curled like that." she replied still staring at the girl who was now exiting the stage.

"Your hair does curl like that." Bailey laughed, hearing Mandy mumble a 'whatever' in the headset.

It was the fifth show since Mandy had joined them on the tour. Everyone was getting along great. Joe and Bailey didn't have as much 'private' time together as before, but it was all cool. Things were running smoothly and everyone was happy, for the most part. Not to mention things were a little hectic; it was the day before Joe's birthday.

"Hey!" Bailey exclaimed with a smile as she approached Joe who was wiping his sweaty face with a towel backstage. He nodded, letting her know that he heard her. "So, this is your last show as a 17-year-old! How does it feel?" A little annoyed, Joe shrugged his shoulders, still not saying a word. Bailey sighed, then made her way over to talk to Kevin and Nick before the meet and greet.

- - - - -

"Yeah, like when you're just walking down the hall, and then all of a sudden someone's like, 'Oh my God, it's her!" Bailey laughed at Mandy's accent as she continued telling her how crazy it's been since the boys blew up.

"At least people know you." she chuckled. "It must be nice though; knowing that there's always someone who cares out there, you know?" Bailey stated, then stood up from the plastic chair in the hallway of the venue as Joe exited the dressing room. He had changed into a pair of basketball shorts and a plain shirt with the sleeves cut off. His hair was a mess and he had bags under his eyes. Bailey hadn't thought anything of it. "Hey." she greeted softly, making her way up to him, wrapping her arm around his. "I was thinking, maybe we could have some me and you time. You know, like just the two of us?" she looked over at him; he was staring straight ahead.

He groaned.

"What? I mean, since Mandy got here, we haven't really had the chance to -" Bailey was cut off.

"Mandy's my best friend." he snapped.

"I know." she chuckled. She loved the girl. "I'm just saying, just the two of us could -"

"I'm not just going to push her aside because you want me all to yourself." Joe continued, his nasty tone made Bailey's heart drop.

"Joe, I know! That's not what I'm -" he pulled his arm away from her, looking down at her in annoyance. "What is your problem?!" Bailey stopped walking. Joe took a few more steps before turning around to stare at her.

"I don't have a problem. You have the problem!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

"Are you kidding me right now? Joe, I didn't even do anything!" her voice almost cracked, not believing the screaming match they were having right there, in the middle of the hallway for no reason. She was hurt by the way he was talking down to her. But even worse, she had no idea why he was even talking to her like that at all.

"Maybe you should just back off."

A little taken aback by his statement, instead of trying to find the words to calm him down, the anger inside of her spiked. "What in the world are you talking about?" she exclaimed. "What's wrong with you? What did I even do?"

"My God, would you just shut up!?" Joe gripped his hair in frustration, then turned around back down the hallway. "You and everyone else, just shut UP!"

Leaving Bailey in the hallway with her body about to explode, Joe rushed outside of the venue, slamming the steel doors behind him. The crisp, night air felt good on his wet forehead as the moon lit up the vacant back parking-lot. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Joe started walking; his mind racing. He was so aggravated and short-tempered. Since the second consecutive tour started, waking up with the cold showers, having to eat stale cereal, Nick stealing his socks, Kevin nagging at him for no reason what-so-ever. Everything was building up and it was driving him insane. The pressure that was on him was tremendous. He had to stay in line; he was turning 18. That's supposed to show that you're growing up and becoming more mature, but with everything going on in his life, it was hard to concentrate. Not to mention he was one of the faces of Disney that didn't have room for any little slip-ups The screaming fans and the stupid, daily questions were bugging the hell out of him. Each shriek, each tear she from a thirteen-year-old girl of happiness just from his smile, each pointless interview; it was bottling up inside and he couldn't take it. He finally let everything out, except on the wrong person.

"Are you alright?" Mandy asked, concern filling her voice as Bailey rushed past her. "Bailey!" she yelled, but she was already gone, running in the opposite direction from where Joe had left.

Bailey's mind was thumping. She had no clue was Joe was being to pissy. Never ever had he spoken to her like that; she was stunned. There was no reason why he should've yelled at her like that. She knew she hadn't done anything and she knew he was a little stressed, but he didn't have the right to treat her like that. She was steamed.

After power walking through the emptying venue for about a half hour, she decided to head back to the bus. A little aggravated herself, she stepped up into the bus wishing that no one would bother looking up at her to see her puffy eyes. She hadn't been crying, but she could've easily started at any given moment. Bailey's heart jumped as she came face-to-face with Joe.

"Excuse me." he muttered, brushing past her, purposely hitting her with his shoulder.

"Would you just stop!" she yelled, making him turn around.

"Would you stop?" he replied, narrowing his eyes at her.

"Pull your head out of your ass Joe, I'm not doing anything!" she screamed, then took in the view of his shocked face. Bringing the decibel level down a bit, she began to speak calmly. "Look, let's just talk about this, alright?"

"The last thing I want to do is talk to you." he replied coldly, then exited the bus feeling a little bad. Shaking it off, he started another lap around the venue as Bailey dove into her bunk, shoving her face into her pillow. She had no idea what was going on.

2010-08-01T18:44:00.000-07:00

"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey." Joe mumbled into Bailey's ear after crawling up into her bunk. She laid nuzzled under her warm blanket, her head buried into the pillow.

"Unless you really have eggs and bacon, I'm staying right here." She muttered to the wall of the bunk, her back to Joe as he draped his arm around her waist and pulled her body closer to him.

"Baileyyyyy." he whined, kissing her ear causing her to mumble something. "Come on, give me a kiss, you know you want to." he grinned.

Bailey didn't move an inch. "Do we have to go through this every morning? I told you, at least wait until I brush my teeth, sicko. Besides, it's too early for kisses." she mumbled, pulling the blanket closer to her, letting her heavy eyes close.

"Since when has there been a time frame as to when I can kiss you?" Joe asked, sounding a little hurt, tightening his grip around her waist. He lifted his head a bit, and kissed her ear again, then moved to her cheek and down to her neck.

"Joeeeee." she groaned, turning over to look into his warm eyes. "Stop."

"What do you mean, 'stop'?" he questioned, pulling his arm away.

"I hate when you do this. You get me started all early in the morning, then you just. . .cut it off." she replied, then pushed him after a grin spread across his face, knowing she knew that he did it on purpose. He ended up hitting the floor with a thud. "Sorry." she laughed, peeking her head out of the bunk to look at him on the ground.

"Come on, Joe. Let's go!" Kevin yelled from the front of the bus. "We're gonna be late."

"Coming!" Joe yelled, standing up from the floor and brushing himself off.

"Late for what?" Bailey asked sliding out of the bunk, her stocking feet hitting the thin carpet.

"We're picking up my parents at the airport, then they're going to be bunking with us for a few shows until the other bus gets fixed." he informed, a little late.

"Sweet." she smiled, not really knowing what else to say.

With that, Joe gave her a hug and a kiss goodbye, then followed Nick outside and into a car with Kevin, leaving Bailey alone on the bus parked outside of the venue where the show was being held that night. About 10 minutes after the boys left, she decided to get dressed and all that good stuff; hair, make up, etc. Once she was satisfied with her look that consisted of a simple pair of jeans and a blue and gray striped tank top, she snatched up her cell phone and dove onto the leather couch in the back lounge.

"Sailor Sarah!" Bailey exclaimed into the phone after a few rings.

"Barnacle Bailey!" her best friend replied with just as much as enthusiasm. "So, how was that movie last night?"

She laughed, "You say it as if we actually watched the movie." Bailey smirked, rolling over on her back, looking up at the ceiling with the phone to her ear.

"I'm sure Nick and Kevin enjoyed that." Sarah laughed. "Have you decided what you're going to do for Joe's birthday yet? The big 1-8?"

Bailey sighed. "I have no idea what to do."

"You've only got a week."

"I know, I know." she breathed into the phone. "I don't know what I'm going to get him."

"That kid has just about everything." she replied. It was quiet for a few moments. "Make him something."

"Make him something?" Bailey repeated, instantly thinking of things she could do.

"Yeah, make him something. Like, -" she paused, trying to think. "- a picture or. . .something." Sarah frowned at her own thought. She had no idea what Bailey could make him.

"Eh. I've still got a week to think about it." she stated, fiddling with the lose string on the bottom of her tank top.

"Don't push it off!" Sarah stated. "I know you will. It'll end up being a half-assed, last minute piece of sh-"

"HEY!" she exclaimed. "I don't do anything half-assed."

Sarah cackled. "Yeah, ok."

The two went back and forth for a few minutes, taking care of their stupid daily argument, then finally hung up. Glancing down at her phone, Bailey exited the bus after seeing it was quarter to twelve. The boys had been gone for about 2 hours and she was starving. Making her way off of the bus and into the venue, Bailey's nose lead her straight to a catered room that displayed a huge table covered in food. With her mouth watering, she quickly grabbed plate and began to fill it up.

After swallowing the last bit of her meatball sandwich Bailey wiped her hands on her pants. She then quickly spun around from the plastic fold-out table she was sitting at by the wall after hearing a familiar yell. Smiling, she awaited the site of her boy.

"JOE! You're going to fall!" she heard an unfamiliar female voice exclaim as Joe burst through the metal doors. A gorgeous girl with long, wavy blonde hair was clung onto his back as he stretched his arms out like superman, running around the huge, open room.

"Ok, ride's over." Joe stated, smacking the girl's thigh for her to hop down off of his back. "Bailey! I want you to meet someone!" Not knowing what to think, Bailey smiled, standing up from her seat as Joe and the girl approached her. "Bails, this is Mandy, my bee-eff-effer. Mandy, this is my wonderful girlfriend Bailey-farts-o-lot." Instantly, Bailey smacked his chest, making him laugh.

"It's just Bailey." she corrected, putting her hand out for Mandy to shake. Smiling, she accepted.

"Nice to finally meet you." Mandy's friendly voice replied as Bailey nodded.

"My parents surprised us and brought her along." Joe stated, pointing to his friend. "Ah, I haven't see her in forever." he playfully punched her arm, still a little excited. "And now you get to have a girl source to talk to for the rest of the tour!"

Laughing, Bailey shook her head at Joe, then eyed Mandy like 'WTF' to his hyperness. She laughed, then spoke. "He had a Red Bull at the airport. Nick insisted."

"Greaaaaat." Bailey chuckled.

"Race you to the bus!" Joe exclaimed, smacking each of the girl's arms, then taking off towards the door. After a quick glance at one another, they took off after him.

2010-08-01T18:43:00.000-07:00

Bailey stood in her old spot; the spot down in front of the stage with her handy headset and clipboard. She felt like she was in her zone and nothing could stop her now. Surprisingly, her heart was pumping in her chest, anticipating the first words of JB's set. Never had she been that excited to hear, "We're the kids, we're the kids, we're the kids of the future!" blare out of the speakers. She missed it.

Smiling, knowing the time was quickly approaching, she jumped when she felt a tap on the shoulder. Turning around she saw Mike, the cute guy from the Applebee's they had stopped at about an hour from the venue. She looked a him a little confusedly.

"Hey! What are you going here?" Bailey asked expectantly, sounding polite as she possibly could.

"My little sister here, -" he started, placing his large hands on the shoulders of a young girl in front of him, who's arms were hanging over the barricade. "- she loves Hannah Montana." he replied, blushing a little. "Mom made me bring her."

"Did not! You -" the little girl started, but she stopped once her brother glared at her. Bailey hadn't noticed.

"Well that's really nice of you." Bailey smiled, holding the clipboard close to her chest.

"Yeah. I recognized the guys you were with at the restaurant, so I hoped you be here tonight." Mike smiled, making her blush a little.

"Hm. That's kind of funny; a seventeen, or eighteen, year old guy recognizing a boy band from the Disney Channel." Bailey chuckled, eyeing him playfully.

"Like I said, my sister loves Hannah Montana, which means that channel is on 24/7. How could you miss them?" he replied smirking.

"True." she nodded.

"So, you work with them?" he asked, spiking the conversation. Bailey nodded again. "Cool cool." he smiled.

"Bailey!" a voice yelled to her through her headset.

"Yeah?" she yelled back, pressing the earpiece closer to her ear as she looked down, trying to focus on what the person was saying. The crowd was starting to get a bit rowdy at that point. The show was running a few minutes behind schedule.

"HEY!" Joe yelled excitedly. "What are you doing?"

Bailey looked up at Mike, motioning that someone was talking to her through the headset, assuring him that she wasn't talking to herself. Laughing, he nodded, letting her know that he understood.

"Standing here, what are you doing?" she asked, turning away from Mike and glancing backstage to see Joe with a headset on his ears as he stared back at her.

"Is that our waiter?" he asked, a bit distracted, looking over at Mike.

Bailey laughed. "Yep."

"Ew. Why is he looking at me!" he exclaimed.

"Joe!"

"What? Tell him I'm sorry, I don't roll that way. I've got you." he smiled, blowing a kiss over at her. She couldn't help but laugh and blow one back. Joe stood satisfied as he watched Mike glare at him from the crowd.

"I'm sure he's not all that disappointed." she stated, shifting her weight to one leg as she continued standing in front of the barrier. "Joe, behind you!" she said quickly as she watched a security guard smack him in the head from behind, snatching the headphones from him like last time.

Laughing, she continued to stare as Joe put his hands up in defense as the man pointed down to him. Joe ended up walking away in defeat. Shaking her head with a smile on her face, she turned around to see Mike staring at her expectantly. Bailey was about to tell him about her and Joe, but the lights in the arena went out. It was show time.

Once again captivated by the wonderful baring of the Jonas Brothers, Bailey forgot about everything and zoned out, trapping herself within the music. Taking in how amazing everything was at that moment, she began to realize how great it was to be back in this. She didn't know where she'd be if she hadn't been tossed into this wonderful environment and met these people. More importantly, she wondered what condition she'd be in if she hadn't met Joe.

Before she knew it, their set was over. Since Hannah Montana had her own assistant, Bailey quickly made her way backstage to find the boys, completely forgetting about Mike. Smiling, she found them heading out into the crisp hallway behind the stage. Joe's face lit up as she jogged up towards him.

"I'm all sweaty." Joe chuckled as she tightly wrapped her arms around him. He squeezed her, breathing in her wonderful scent before she pulled away, planting a kiss on his wet cheek. "Someone is happy."

"I have every reason to be." she smiled up into his eyes. Smirking in agreement, he grabbed her hand as the group made their way to the dressing room to clean up for the meet and greet.

"It's so great to see you again!" Bailey listened as Kevin repeated that line to a different face for the 50th time in the past 30 minutes. She smiled from off to the side behind the table as the girl's face lit up, knowing that those simple words were going to keep that smile plastered on her face for weeks.

"Can I get a picture?" a girl who looked about thirteen asked Nick as she quickly moved in closer to him with her camera. Putting on his famous smirk, Nick looked into the lens as the camera flashed. That picture was going to be the girl's default on Myspace for months.

"Can I get your autograph?" a male's voice snapped Bailey back into reality. She turned her attention to the face in front of her. Mike was standing there holding his little sister's hand.

"Ha ha, you're funny." Bailey chuckled, looking into his green eyes.

"I try."

"So what are you doing here?" she asked, casually slipping her hands into the back pockets of her tight jeans.

"My sister -" he started.

"No, I mean here. At the Jonas Brothers table." she laughed again.

"Oh, I, uh." Mike face turned a little pink. "I just wanted to talk to you again." he nervously scratched the back of his head. Bailey didn't want to make it awkward for him, but she didn't know what to say. Luckily, Joe was there to take care of that part for her.

"Hey." Joe approached her, kissing her cheek. She smiled up at him, not wanting to look over at Mike. "We're about to head out. That was the last of them." he glanced over at Mike. "Oh, hey waiter dude." Bailey tried so hard not to smack Joe in the arm, but she did with a glare. He couldn't help but grin.

"Oh, so you two are together? Alright, I get it now." Mike stated, sounding like the light bulb finally went off in his head. Whether or not he was faking it, Bailey couldn't tell. He continued smiling at her. "Call me if things don't work out." he tugged on his sister's hand, then walked away.

Bailey looked over at Joe in disbelief. Slowly closing her eyes and shaking her head, she spoke.

"I have no idea what that was, but I'm not even going to waste my time on it." she chuckled as Joe wrapped his arm around her, leading her into the hallway.

"He was weird." Joe stated, glancing down at Bailey unnoticed. "I mean, who tries to pick up girls at Hannah Montana concerts?" she laughed, smacking him on the chest. "- And who puts a cherry in root beer?"

2010-08-01T18:40:00.000-07:00

"AHHH!" Bailey yelled, falling backwards onto the couch as the bus came to an abrupt halt.

"See? That's what you get for jumping around like a maniac." Kevin stated, un-amused as he continued clicking away on his laptop as there was a big thud in the bathroom. "Drop the soap again, Joseph?" he yelled.

"Shuddup!" Joe yelled from the bathroom. He had went in there to take a quick shower about 10 minutes prior to the stop.

"Ah, you two are so perfect for each other, it's not even funny." Nick sighed, his thumbs wiggling the joystick on the PS2 controller as his eyes stayed on the TV screen. Satisfied with that comment, Bailey made her way to the bathroom door and banged.

"Come on. I have to peeeeee." she whined, resting her forehead on the thin, wooden door. Seconds later it swung open, releasing puffs of steam and revealing a wet Joe with a towel draped around his toned waist. "Is it hot in here, or is it just - "

"Me? I know." he smirked, placing a hand on his hip.

" - the fact that you took ANOTHER hot shower. Now the next seven are going to be freezing, thanks." Bailey finished, knowing that's not what he expected to hear.

"All I hear is blah blah blah, blah blah, kiss me." he rambled, then pecked her on the lips.

Smiling, she pulled away. "Blah blah blah, get dressed." she kissed him again, then squeezed her way past him into the bathroom, shooing him out into the bunk area in the process.

- - - - -

"You ready?" Joe asked, looking down at Bailey who was sitting in the back lounge.

"I've been ready since before you had your little fall in the bathroom. Now let's go! I want to meet this chick!" she replied excitedly, hopping up from the couch and grabbing Joe's hand.

"What chick? Miley?" Nick asked, turning off the TV with interest.

Bailey shrugged. "I don't know. I just want to meet someone new."

"Oh, you'll be meeting a lot of people here. Believe me. You'll be sick of shaking hands after the second person. And then you'll get this really clammy and sweaty one, and it's like, ugh." Joe groaned in disgust, pulling her off the bus as she laughed. "You ready?" he asked, stopping in the middle of the parking lot.

"Ready for what?" she stopped, letting go of his hand to step back and watch as he bent at the knees.

"Come on, hop up!" he stated, a little excited as Kevin finally made his way off the bus giving him a 'WTF' look. Chuckling, Bailey jumped up, wrapping her arms around his neck as he grasped her legs around his waist. "TO THE - " he pointed to the venue. " - INSIDE OF THAT PLACE!" Once again, making Bailey laugh, he took off running inside.

"Ross is so going to chew him out." Nick crossed his arms, shaking his head at Joe as he walked with Kevin.

"Possibly" Kevin replied. "But then again, I think he's going to like the fact that he's back to being the old Joe, instead of the pissy Joe when she wasn't here. I think this tour is going to be a lot better than the last."

Nick nodded in agreement.

- - - - -

"Hand shake number 387." Bailey muttered in Joe's ear as they approached a few guys backstage in suits with Hannah Montana/Jonas Brothers tour badges hanging around their necks.

After the small talk, the guys were on their way.

"Mr.ClammyDude and his B-F-F CactusCrust." Joe stated as they continued backstage.

"What?" Bailey chuckled, looking over at his stupidity.

"You didn't feel that one guy's hand? It was all . . .prickly. Who has prickly hands?" he sounded a bit annoyed, even though she knew he was only joking. "It made me think of a cactus." he laughed at himself. "You remember that one part in the Lion King? Simba landed in the spiky things and the one hyena was like, 'Ayo! Cactus butt!' Or something like that?'"

She started cracking up at how he was getting into something simple as shaking someone's hand. His imagination got the best of him sometimes and she enjoyed how he expressed that. Joe smiled over at her; mission accomplished. He kept her laughing and having fun.

"I love you." she said softly, squeezing his soft hand as they made their way into the dressing room.

"I love you too, Bails." he could help from smiling as he brought her hand up and kissed it before letting go. This was perfect.

"Mwah mwah mwah." Garbo teased, making kissing noises as Joe shut the door behind him. "Save your mouth for the singing instead of kissing."

"Aw, is someone jealous that they haven't been able to use theirs for anything, Garbo?" Bailey smirked at him as she hopped up on the counter, leaning against the mirrors as the 'Ohhh's echoed in the room.

"You got jokes?" he challenged, standing up and playfully smacking his chest.

"I think your face is the joke." a grin appeared on Joe's face at his girl's response. His girl.

"You know, I'm not even going to waste my time on your sickening words." Garbo dismissed her, taking a seat and turning his back to her as the rest of the room chuckled.

"Oh please." John stated. "You'd be dying without this girl. You're just mad because she's the only one that can keep you on your toes."

"Toes shmoes. I just like her better than that old hoe." the room exploded with laughter at his horrible gangster accent.

"Now, was that a challenge?" Joe stood up, sticking his chest out like a bird. "I didn't think you fully healed from the other rap battle from the last tour, and you're asking for more? Asking for more from the one and only DJ DANJA!?" he emphasized his words, making Bailey's stomach cramp up from all the laughing.

"Joe, just sit down." Nick tossed a pillow at him, still laughing a bit.

Brushing off his shoulders, Joe continued. "I guess I'll save it for later."

- - - - -

Bailey stood in her old spot; the spot down in front of the stage with her handy headset and clipboard. She felt like she was in her zone and nothing could stop her now. Surprisingly, her heart was pumping in her chest, anticipating the first words of JB's set. Never had she been that excited to hear, "We're the kids, we're the kids, we're the kids of the future!" blare out of the speakers. She missed it.

Smiling, knowing the time was quickly approaching, she jumped when she felt a tap on the shoulder. Turning around she saw Mike, the cute guy from the Applebee's they had stopped at about an hour from the venue. She looked a him a little confusedly.

"Hey! What are you going here?" Bailey asked expectantly, sounding polite as she possibly could.

2010-08-01T18:38:00.000-07:00

"Nicholas!" Bailey yelled, tackling him onto the couch in the back lounge. "Ah, I've missed you!" she gave him a big wet kiss on the cheek. He laid stunned underneath her.

"I missed you too?" be sounded a bit confused as he began to sit up, scratching his curly head.

"Hey! You're back." Kevin smiled, walking into the room.

"Kevin!" she exclaimed, popping up and tackling him on the couch on the opposite side of the room and embracing him in a tight hug.

"Someone's a bit excited." Kevin chuckled, hugging back.

"I was dying to get out of that house." Bailey informed. "And now I'm here with you guys. Life is good." she finished, then let go of Kevin and relaxed back into the couch as Joe appeared in the doorway. "Hey." she cooed, calming down a bit as she stared up at his soft face. All Joe did was smile as his made his way over and sat down next to her on the couch, his right leg up against her left.

"This tour is going to be amazing." Joe exclaimed, tilting his head back in satisfaction with a huge grin on his face.

"Yeah." Nick piped in. "It's just us, then Miley's crew. No extra assistants like Tori."

"Oh, really?" Bailey asked, a little surprised. Her happiness grew even more when she realized that this tour was going to run a lot smoother.

Kevin exhaled. "Yeah, she decided to head home. Apparently she had enough of touring." everyone chuckled.

"Woo!" Bailey exclaimed. "That means I get you guys all to myself." she rubbed her hand mischievously.

"More like me." Joe smirked, wrapping his arm around her. She leaned her head into his chest, missing his lovely scent.

"Mhm." she mumbled, resting her hand on his leg.

Joe had missed this, just holding her. Knowing that he was hanging onto someone who really cared about him kept feeding the butterflies in his stomach. He loved the feeling that she gave him. He couldn't get enough of it. Goosebumps formed up his arm as she grabbed his free hand, interlacing her fingers with his.

"Are you cold?" her soft voice sounded like an angel to his ears.

"No, I'm good." he blushed a little, embarrassed at the fact that he let her get into him. Her grasp on his heart was firm and strong; she wasn't letting go any time soon.

- - - - -

"Come on!" Joe whined. "I'm hungry and there's lovely food in there waiting to be ordered and eaten by me!"

After being on the road for about six hours, the bus had finally stopped outside of an Applebee's in the middle of Greensboro, North Carolina to eat. It had been parked for about 5 minutes already, but Nick and Bailey had yet to move away from the TV screen. Their eyes were glued to the notes of 'The Light That Blinds' off of Guitar Hero 2, the buttons on the plastic guitar clicking every second.

"Go ahead Joe, we'll be there in a second." Bailey replied quickly, determined to beat Nick. "Shit." she muttered after a loud clang was heard from the TV from missing a note. "Dammit Joe! Don't talk to me."

Nick laughed at the frustration in her voice. "You gonna be alright, Bails? Ms. Bailey Baker, Queen of GH2." he mocked her, his fingers moving up and down the neck of the guitar, hitting every note that flashed across the screen on 'Hard'.

"Shut up. You've just been practicing. I haven't played in months." she winced at her own lame excuse. She heard Joe groan, then walk off the bus. A few moments later, the song ended and Bailey dropped the guitar.

"Aw, it's alright." Nick patted her shoulder, his smile beaming. "You only lost by. . . 12%."

"I hope you know this is war." she narrowed her eyes at him as she stood up from the floor, setting the guitar down next to the TV. Nick chuckled, then pushed her towards the front of the bus.

Bailey followed Nick through the restaurant and to the large, circle table that was surrounded by high bar stools. The line up was Joe, Kevin, Garbo, Nick, Bailey directly across from Joe, Ross, and then the rest of the band. Quickly, Bailey flipped open her menu, burying her face behind it.

"You finally beat her?" Kevin smirked, looking at Nick. Proudly, he nodded. "Nice."

"Hmph." Bailey exhaled behind the menu. After deciding on the cheese quesadillas, she laid her menu down on the table, then scoped out the rest of the people that were at the restaurant. When her eyes made her way to Joe's, she stuck her tongue out at him. He scrunched up his nose, then attracted his attention to the waiter that approached the table.

"Hey, my name is Mike and I'll be taking care of you guys today." Bailey followed the deep voice to see a guy that looked about 17 or 18 standing between her and Nick with a pen and pad in his hands. He was a little taller than Joe, with spiky, dark blonde hair. The style sort of resembled the old 'Joe-hawk'. He was highly attractive. "-And for you, miss?" he asked, bringing Bailey back down to earth.

"What?" she asked, looking into his emerald green eyes.

His chuckle was a little husky. "What can I get you to drink?"

"Oh, I'll just have a root beer." she replied, a little embarrassed that she hadn't been paying attention.

"Alright, I'll give you guys a few more minutes, then I'll be back to take your orders." Mike informed, nodding his head before taking off into the kitchen in the back of the restaurant.

"Smooth, Bails." Nick laughed. "Smooth like your Guitar Hero skills."

"HA. You're hilarious." she glared over at him. "I was just thinking of something." she lied.

"Now, now. Kids, knock it off." Ross stated.

There was a little small talk before Mike returned with everyone's drinks and took everyone's order.

"Ew. What's that floating in your drink?" Joe asked from across the table, sounding a little disgusted.

Bailey twirled her straw around. "Aw. It's a cherry!" she exclaimed, grabbing the stem and pulling it out, dripping a little root beer on the table.

"Well, that's kind of cute." Nick commented, then winced when Joe kicked his shin.

"I hear that if you can tie a cherry stem in a knot with your tongue, you're a good kisser." Kevin informed the table, nodding his head in amusement to his own statement. There were a few chuckles before all eyes were on Bailey.

"What?" she asked, glancing around at everyone.

"Do it!" Garbo exclaimed, motioning towards the cherry.

Bailey looked down on it. "What? No. I'm not doing it now, are you kidding me? In front of my boss?" she nodded her head towards Ross.

"Oh, you kids amuse me. You act as if I don't know that you and Joe suck each others faces off when no one is looking." Ross glanced back and forth at the two.

"Ok, awkward." Joe muttered, clearing his throat, trying not to blush as Bailey smiled over at him.

"Come Bailey, do it." Nick nudged her.

Rolling her eyes, she popped the cherry in her mouth. Everyone stared as she fiddled with the stem. Moments later she pulled the knotted stem out, showing the table that she could do it.

"Very nicely done." Mike commented, coming up behind her with an order of cheese fries as their appetizer.

"Thanks." Bailey replied, her cheeks turning a little pink as she tossed the stem onto the table. She tried to avoid making eye contact with Joe, but she couldn't help it. She saw the annoyance in his eyes. He didn't like how the waiter was flirting with her and she knew it, but what was she supposed to do about it?

Eventually, their meals came. After a few laughs and full bellies, Mike was there to clear off the table as everyone relaxed, pushing off the fact that they had to get back on the road soon.

"Here, let me get that for you." Mike stated, reaching down for Bailey's empty plate, winking as he dropped a tiny slip of paper in his lap. "You guys all have a wonderful day." he smiled, showing his perfect teeth, then walked away with the dirty dishes in his arms.

Nonchalantly, Bailey slipped the paper into her back pocket, then stood up as everyone stretched, ready to leave. Quickly, but casually, Joe made his way next to her, grabbing her hand and interlocking his fingers with her soft ones, making sure that Mike had seen them as he exited the kitchen. Smirking, he lead her out of the restaurant and onto the bus.

"So what'd he give you?" Joe asked, entering the back lounge of the tour bus. Bailey looked at him confusedly for a second.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, then pulled out the slip of paper from her pocket. She laughed. "He gave me his number." Joe looked at her, showing no emotion on his face. "What? It's not like I asked for it."

"I know." he muttered, sounding defeated as he flopped down onto the leather couch. Sighing, Bailey crumpled up the piece of paper and tossed it into the small waste bin next to the couch.

"Hey, cheer up." she smirked, sliding onto his lap. Instantly, his hands made their way around her waist. She leaned in and pressed her forehead against his. "I'm all yours." she whispered, kissing the tip of his nose.

The feeling in his stomach returned as his softly pressed his lips against hers. Smiling, she kissed back, bringing her hand up to the back of his neck.

"Ugh. So this is what Ross meant about 'sucking face'." Nick chuckled, trying to sound disgusted as he made his way to the other couch. Bailey pulled away, then slid off of Joe's lap and onto the couch. She could tell he was a little disappointed. "So Bailey, you ready to step back up to the plate?" he asked, holding up the plastic guitar.

2010-08-01T18:35:00.000-07:00

Two weeks had passed since then. Bailey stood in her bedroom with her suitcase and dresser drawers open. She was packing for the recently announced Hannah Montana/Jonas Brothers tour. Bailey was going to be on the road again with the best.

"Are you sure you want to go, sweetie?" her mother questioned, leaning on the doorframe to her room. "You really want to walk right back into all that drama? Do you want a repeat of the last tour?"

"Mom, -" Bailey rolled her eyes, looking over at her. "- just stop. I'm going." she started tossing socks into her almost filled suitcase. "And it's not going to be a repeat of the last tour. Everything is going to be fine."

"What about Joe? What makes you think he still even cares?" she questioned, trying hard to get her daughter to stay home.

Bailey sighed. "Believe me mom, he does." She couldn't believe how much she was trying to put her down. "I just got off the phone with him an hour ago. They should be here to pick me up any minute."

"You haven't seen him in two weeks, what makes you think he hasn't changed his mind now that he's had time to think about everything?"

"Mom! Just stop, alright?" she exclaimed, turning her entire body to face her. "Everything is fine! Why can't you just be happy about that?" Her mom was about to respond before the doorbell rang. "They're here!" Bailey squeaked, brushing past her mom and darting down the steps. She swung the door opening expecting to see Joe. "Oh, hey Sarah."

"Kill the excitement, would ya?" she joked, stepping into her house.

"Sorry." Bailey replied, pulling her friend into a hug.

"I just wanted to stop by before you left." she sighed. "I'm not going to see my best friend for an entire two months."

"Sarah." she sighed, squeezing her in the process. "Your mom's stupid. I can't believe she's not letting you come." Bailey finally pulled away after a long moment.

"Eh." Sarah replied. "I think I'll live. Maybe she'll change her mind mid-way through or something. You know her. Think of it this way, you get to meet new people instead of being butt-buddies with me the entire time." she playfully punched Bailey's arm, trying to cheer her up a bit.

"But I love my Sarahboo." Bailey whined.

"Bailey! Get your ass back up here and finish packing!" her mom yelled down the landing. Sighing, Bailey waved for Sarah to follow her to her bedroom.

"Alright mom." Bailey stated, shooing her mom from the doorway and closing the door so Sarah and her were alone. She froze by the door for a moment until she heard her mother start down the steps.

"So how's Joe?!" Sarah asked excitedly, plopping down onto her bed next to her almost packed suitcase. All Bailey did was smile, then turn back to her dresser. "That good, huh? Still saying the magic words?"

"Every day before we hang up." she replied, not being able to control the smile on her face. "Ugh. It's been two weeks since I've been table to touch him. I'm going through withdraws."

"Hey, you were the one who decided not to go back to Wyckoff with him right after the first tour." she stated.

"I know, I know. That's because it was his first two weeks off in how long? I'm sure he wanted to relax and spend time with his family before this one."

'Top down, seat back, rollin' in my Cadillac. Self control, knowing right from wrong is what I lack. Top down, seat back, rollin' in my Cadillac.' Bailey's cell phone began buzzing a tune by 'Mest' in her pocket. Grinning, she answered the phone.

"AHHH!" she yelled into the phone.

"OH MY GOD! We're here!" Joe exclaimed on the other line, using just as much as enthusiasm as she had.

"OH MY GOD! Ok." she replied, then hung up. "They're here!" Bailey's heart started to thump faster in her chest as she grabbed a few last minute items around her room and stuffing them into her suitcase. Quickly, she zipped up the big bag and swung her door open to see Joe leaning against the wall. Instantly, she dropped her bag and tightly wrapped he arms around him.

"Ah, my life is now complete." he cooed, then kissed her cheek before pulling away. "Your bag, maddam?" he asked with a horrible English accent.

"Why thank you kind sir." Bailey smiled, cheekily curtsying.

"Sometimes you two can be the cutest, and then the rest of the time you guys sicken me." Sarah thought out loud, adding a chuckle at the end.

"Thanks." Bailey and Joe replied in unison, making Sarah roll her eyes. She couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm going to miss you sweetie." Bailey's mom said her goodbye, hugging her on the front porch.

"You too, mom." she replied, hoping she'd loosen her grip.

"You take care of my baby girl, hear me Joseph?" her mother ordered sternly.

"Of course, Mrs.Baker." he smiled as Bailey made her way over to Sarah to give her one last hug goodbye.

"If anything happens, I better be the first person you call. Got it? I want to get the lowdown each and every day, alright?" Sarah tried to sound all tough, but her voice cracked in the end. "Live it up, Bails." she finished, pulling away.

"You ready?" Joe asked, smiling up at her through his dark hair. She tried not to drool as she stared back at his beautiful face.

"You know it." she replied, then started off towards the big 'ole tour bus parked in the street.

2010-08-01T18:23:00.000-07:00

"Don't." Bailey said through gritted teeth as Joe stepped towards her. After hearing he had taken Tori out on a date, she felt a little betrayed, but then understood a bit because it would've calmed things down a little on the tour for everyone. But after hearing about a second and third date, her heart crumpled. Joe knew how she had felt about Tori and it sucked to know that he got involved anyway, regardless if Bailey was even in there at the time.

"But -" Joe started, but stopped once Bailey barged passed him, storming off the bus. He groaned, then grabbed a hold of the hair on his head and pulled it in frustration at the mistake he had made, times three.

Completely fed up with everything, her eyes once again started to well up with tears because of him. She was starting to think that all of this was useless. What was the point?

It was dark outside and it was going on midnight. The parking lot was still and quiet as a few staff members made their way back into the arena. Wiping her eyes, Bailey made her way behind the bus and into a grassy field. There was a big oak tree a few yards away from the parking lot. She made her way over it to have a seat to think by herself, but she stopped when she noticed Tori sitting there, leaning against the tree. After hearing her approaching footsteps, Tori looked up her. Bailey noticed she had been crying.

Shaking her head, Bailey turned around to leave.

"You know, -" Tori started. "- it sucks." Bailey huffed, then stopped to look at her, a little interested in hearing what she had to say. "This whole thing started out with Jake. Long story short, I owed him a favor and trying to get between you and Joe was what he had wanted." Tori sighed ad Bailey started walking towards her. Looking up, Tori continued. "I tried everything to mess things up. . And whether or not you believe me, I felt horrible during everything."

Bailey laughed, "Yeah, ok." she rolled her eyes, completely amused by what she was hearing.

"Just listen, ok?" her voice cracked. "After seeing you two together, watching how you guys interacted and realizing how much you cared about each other, I started to realize that what I was doing was wrong. It wasn't only doing it for Jake anymore, but because I was jealous myself." she paused, wiping her eyes. "I feel horrible about everything. That boy cares for you like crazy." Bailey watched her as she spoke. "When you got kicked off, I was kind of relieved. I hoped Joe would move on. . . I tried moving in on him myself, and believe me, it wasn't easy. He was so caught up on you." Bailey continue to watch as she spoke. It started to sink in that she was speaking the truth. "Finally one day he cracked. He took me out and I was happy. Believe it or not, it wasn't that bad. He's really a sweet guy." she tried to smile up at her. "I thought it was my chance to finally start something with someone. Ugh, I just wanted someone, that's all. I was desperate."

"So you went for someone who was already taken?" Bailey questioned, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Tori hesitated for a second. "Well, yeah. I mean, I was doing the thing for Jake and Joe turned out to be a pretty interesting guy so I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone." she shrugged. "Now that I look at it, it was a pretty horrible thing to do, and I'm really sorry." Tori's eyes sparkled as she looked up at her in the darkness.

"I don't know what you expect me to say." she replied honestly, a little shocked that the person she once thought was evil and kniving was spilling her guts to her like a little emo kid thinking too much about life itself. Even though she understood what Tori was telling her, she didn't agree with it. She still went for Joe knowing that he was already involved and that's pretty low of anyone to do, not matter what the circumstance.

"You don't even have to say anything. . . I just needed to get that out." she trailed off looking down, then away.

Bailey waited a moment before speaking. "So he really took you on three dates?" her voice sounded hurt.

Slowly Tori nodded, then looked back up at her. "-But only after I bugged him about it." she chuckled, a silent tear running down her cheek. "Ugh, I'm such a horrible person." she groaned, wiping her cheek.

Hesitantly, Bailey took a seat on the grass a foot or so in front of Tori. Crossing her legs in front of her, she rested her hands in her lap. For some reason, she felt sorry for the girl. For one, she obviously had issues, with herself and other people. It couldn't be possible for the girl to have any friends, beings she was almost never on the phone with anyone or communicating with others except the ones in the crew. The girl had to be lonely as hell, especially in the boy department. Bailey understood because she was at that point once, before Jake.

"I don't know." Tori stared out into the darkness. "This thing is so much bigger than you, Joe and Jake. It's me. I'm the messed up one. I just want to be liked, you know?" Tori was now just talking out loud to herself. She just wanted to be heard. She didn't have anyone anywhere else to talk to. Bailey was confused as to why she was talking to her, the one who she basically screwed over for an entire two months. "All I'm trying to say is, it's not Joe's fault. Be mad at me about this, not him. He was the sweetheart that made up thousands of easy rejection speeches." she chuckled again as Bailey thought, 'I'm already mad at you, bitch.' But she didn't want to put the girl under even more emotional stress, so she held back. "I'd kill to have someone care for me like Joe cares about you." her voice was filled with sincerity. Bailey couldn't help but stare back into her eyes. "After you left, it hurt everyone. Just the way he was acting, talking, sulking. Kevin even said he hadn't seen his brother any more devastated." she paused. "He's a really great guy, Bails."

"I know." Bailey replied quietly, thinking about the emotional state Joe had to have been in now. His heart had been on a crazy roller coaster. First her leaving, then Tori squeezing herself in the middle, her showing up at the show unannounced, their wrestling match on the bus, the kiss, her finding out about Tori's date. He had to have been going insane.

- - - - -

"Joe, just calm down." Kevin stated softly, patting his brother on the back as he hid his teary face in his hands on the bus.

"Why does she have this effect on me?" he muttered, the brought his head up to look at him. "I try to tell myself not to care, but I can't convince myself."

"You're allowed to care about someone." Kevin replied, staring back into his bloodshot eyes.

"It's been two months without her, that's plenty of time to forget about someone that you only knew for a month before, right? Why couldn't I forget and move on?" Joe was now talking to himself.

Kevin was hesitant before responding. "Maybe you like her a lot more than you think. Like, like-like." Normally, Joe would've smiled at the fact that he used 'like' three times in the same sentence, but at that moment his mind was on Bailey. "Maybe even more?"

Joe didn't object as he kept Kevin's gaze. Maybe he did like her more than he'd admit, but that didn't matter now. He was under the impression that she hated him.

"I totally screw it up." Joe muttered, looking away. "Tori."

"Oh. . . That might be a little problem." Kevin remembered, then looked away himself. "Well, did you explain yourself?"

"I couldn't even get a word in before she stormed off." Joe replied, disappointed in himself. "You think she'd believe me if I told her that it didn't mean anything? Kev, I don't know what to do! What if she doesn't want to hear it? What if she never wants to speak to me again? Dude, I messed up big time." he exhaled with force. "I didn't think I was ever going to see her again. . . After all that time, I just had to get my mind off her, you know?" he looked over at his brother, searching his face for some hope.

"I know." Bailey's voice rang in his ears. Instantly, Joe spun his body around to see Bailey in the doorway.

"I didn't know, -How long have you, -What are you, Bailey, I -" Joe couldn't find the words to speak as Kevin waved himself out, exiting the bus to leave the two alone. His eyes started to tear up. "Just don't give up on me, ok? Hear me out!"

"Joe, I'd never give up on you." her nose started to burn as she fought back the tears. Seeing him like this broke her heart, even if she was there to tell him that everything was alright. "You're the best thing that has ever happened to me." she bit her tongue after speaking that cheesy line, but continued anyway. "I really mean it."

Joe was touched by her words. He could hear the passion in her voice and he loved it. "About the dates, I -"

"I know" Bailey cut him off, hoping to save him the breath. "Tori told me."

"Tori told you?!" he didn't mean to respond as loudly as he did. "Wait, is she alive? You didn't -"

"Joe!" she exclaimed, then smacked him in the leg. "We talked. I didn't punch her lights out or anything. . ." After watching the look of disbelief, Bailey assured him. "Really! She's fine." About a minute of silence went by. "Now what?"

Joe didn't say a word. Instead, he leaned forward to her on the couch and hugged her. Squeezing his arms tightly around her body, he closed his eyes as he nuzzled his face in her strawberry scented hair that covered her shoulders. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders, her face buried in his neck, inhaling his captivating scent. For a long period of time, they just sat there holding each other, taking everything in. They had missed out on this for a long time.

"Bailey?" Joe asked quietly into her hair.

"Hm?" her hum vibrated into his neck.

"I love you." he whispered, his lips softly brushing against her ear, reviving the tingling sensation in her body that had been at rest for months.

Smiling, she replied without hesitation. "I love you too."

2010-08-01T18:18:00.000-07:00

"Joseph! Get back here!" an angry guy with headphones yelled. Bailey turned around backstage to see Joe rushing up to her. "You're on in 60 seconds!"

"Bailey!" he exclaimed, a little out of breath. "Look, I know everything is crazy right now and I kinda left you with the wrong impression earlier and I'm sorry." he inhaled deeply. "I can see it in your eyes that you're upset, and I really want to fix this! Knowing I wouldn't be able to concentrate on stage with this on my mind, I just had to -"

"Joseph! 10 seconds!" the guy yelled frantically.

"Alright, alright!" Joe yelled back. "Ok, I'm getting yelled at. I have to go. Wait up for me after the show, ok?" he quickly finished, jogging back to the man. All Bailey could do was nod her head, trying to comprehend everything he just spilled.

Sarah rubbed her forehead after watching a small smile form on Bailey's face. "So maybe there is hope." she stated, looking over at Sarah who shrugged.

Bailey scrunched her nose up at her, then made her way to the side of the stage, watching the boys go on. She rolled her eyes after noticing Tori in her spot in front of the barricade, holding a clipboard and wearing a headset. To her amusement, she watched as Tori focused all her attention on Joe. Smiling and winking at him. She wanted to puke on her, but instead she shook her head and walked away.

"Eh, I'll be on the bus." Bailey stated, then left Sarah there backstage. While staring out at Tori from behind the curtain, Sarah sighed, shaking her head in disappointment.

- - - - -

Bailey crashed on the free bunk on the Jonas bus, which happened to be the one closest to the ground, right under Joe's. For the past hour or two, she had been laying there, caught up in her thoughts. Thoughts of how she wanted Joe, how he acted when she was in front of him, why Tori was even here and how he rushed up to her before the show.

Out of annoyance and frustration, Bailey flung another lollipop at her homemade, amateur dartboard that was taped to the wall of the bunk down by her feet. The stick stuck in the center of the paper that had a poorly scribbled imitation of Tori's face on It. It was a simple, lopsided circle for a head, with beady, uneven eyes and poofy dark hair that was scribbled on with a eyeliner pencil that was nearby. The head was accompanied with a set of flame red devil horns, with the word 'SKANK' written underneath. After flinging another lollipop at the sheet, Bailey laughed to herself as she hit the replica of Tori between the eyes.

"What's so funny?" she heard Joe's voice ask, seconds before the curtain to her bunk was pulled open. Instantly, Bailey fumbled for the picture, crumpling it in her fist so Joe couldn't see it. "What's that?" he smirked.

"It's nothing you need to worry about." Bailey replied, looking over at him as he squatted down next to her.

"Oh, really?" his eyes stared into hers between the dark chunks of hair that hung in his line of sight. Smirking, he charged forward to grab the paper from her. Quickly, she moved her hand behind her back as he fell on top of her. "Come on, let me see!" he whined as he sat on top of her. She stared up at him as she kept her hands hidden behind her back.

"No." she said with a chuckle, then flipped him off of her and onto the floor of the tour bus. Quickly, she ripped up the paper, crumbled it back up into a ball, then tossed it behind the couch at the front of the bus before Joe could get up to see anything. Bailey squeaked as he unexpectedly tackled her from behind onto the couch.

"I want to see!" he sounded like a little kid.

"Joe!" she exclaimed, a little out of breath. He had knocked the wind out of her. "Get off." she tried to roll out from under his body, but he couldn't. His legs were tightly straddling her waist from behind. Yeah, it looked pretty wrong.

"What was it?" he continued to question her as she stopped squirming from underneath him. He loosened his grip around her, allowing her to flip over so he was sitting on her stomach. Looking down at her face, he smiled. "Was it a secret love note?"

"Yep." she lied, trying not to laugh at his expression.

"What'd you do with it?" he asked, looking down at her hands. She laughed, making him grab her hands, pinning them down up above her head. "I'm not letting you go until you tell me." his warm breath made the tiny hairs on her neck stand on end. His face and body were hovering only inches from hers as his legs were still clamped around her waist.

"You say that as if I want you to let me go." she smirked, completely forgetting everything that happened earlier. Forgetting about his previous attitude, Tori, her job, Ross. She'd been missing this for an entire two months and she wasn't about to just push away what was happening because of all that. The butterflies made a reappearance in her stomach and she wasn't going to fight them. She missed this feeling.

Joe let go of Bailey's hands, but still held himself up above her. Once again, he got lost into her ocean blue eyes. Slowly, he began to smile. He had missed this as well, being with her, touching her. Bailey couldn't help herself. She grasped the center of Joe's shirt and pulled him down to her. Sparks flew as she attached her lips to his, her grip on his shirt tightening.

The slam of the tour bus door caused them to pull apart. Bailey quickly sat up, making Joe fall back onto her legs from where he was sitting on her stomach. Bailey was surprised to see Tori standing there infuriated.

"Are you serious?" she screamed, her face turning a bit read. Bailey looked at her confusedly, then looked at Joe to see him staring at her in shock, as if he had done something wrong. "Joe, you said you were done with her!" Bailey's jaw dropped as she looked at Joe.

"I did not!" he exclaimed, standing up from her lap.

"Then why did you say you'd go out with me if you're still hung up on her?" Tori questioned, crossing her arms in front of her.

"Please tell me you two are joking." Bailey stated in disbelief.

"I took you out once! And that was out of sympathy for that messed up face." he admitted. Bailey could tell by Tori's expression that that comment stung.

"-And what's your excuse for the other two dates?" she questioned, glaring at him. It took a lot for her to not look at Bailey for her reaction, even though she wanted to see the pain on her face.

"Other two dates?" Bailey exclaimed, standing up herself.

"You're unbelievable." Tori glared at Joe, then stomped off the bus. Instinctively, Joe started to go after her, but then stopped after noticing Bailey's face.

2010-08-01T18:12:00.000-07:00

Joe scratched his forehead, not daring to even look Bailey in the eyes.

"I didn't think I'd ever see you again." he stated, then took a seat on the couch against the wall in the dressing room. Ignoring the loud thumping in Bailey's mind, she stayed standing, hoping that Joe would listen to her.

"Look, it wasn't my fault." Bailey expected him to cut her off, but he didn't. "Ross just came in that morning, ordering for me to leave." she continued explaining to him what had happened, how Ross had forbade her from contacting him or the others. The entire time Joe kept his face in his hands. It didn't seem as if he was even listening. Annoyed by the way he was acting, Bailey stopped talking, then sat down in a metal chair across from the couch, staring at Joe expectantly.

"Why would he do that?" Joe muttered, still avoiding eye contact. His mind was racing and his heart was aching.

"I don't know." Bailey replied, wishing he would just look at her. Joe tried to block out her voice, but it was no use. She was starting to get into him again. "Joe, I - "

She stopped after hearing a knock at the door. Instantly, her stomach started rumbling. She had that little feeling inside of her when you know you're about to get busted for something that you're not supposed to be doing.

Finally, Joe moved, making his way over to the door. He opened it to see Ross standing there with his arms crossed in front of him.

"Uh, hi." Joe greeted, scratching his head, not knowing what to expect. Bailey closed her eyes, her back towards the door, awaiting the lecture to spill from Ross' mouth.

"You've got guts, kid." Ross stated. "Let's go." Obeying his stern voice, she got up and walked out into the hallway, completely ignoring Joe's staring eyes. "Joseph, they need you backstage now. It's almost show time." Joe nodded, then made his way down the hall and around the corner, thinking about what just happened. "To be honest, I kind of hoped you'd show up tonight." Ross stated, then started down the opposite side of the hallway from where Joe had left.

"What, why?" she asked confusedly, looking over at him as he stared ahead.

"So I could tell if I made a mistake or not." he said simply. Bailey's head snapped over, sending him a look of disbelief.

"Are you serious? Of course you made a mistake! Do you have any idea what the past to months were like?! Do you have any idea what you messed up?" she exclaimed, stopping mid-way down the hall. Ross took a couple more steps, then turned to look at her.

"I know that now." he smirked, then continued.

"Are you even going to bother listening to what happened that night?" she questioned angrily as she caught up with him. Pursing his lips, he looked over at her. "Fine." Bailey continued with what had happened with Jake and Tori that day, then stared at Ross, waiting for a response.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." he sighed.

"What do you mean, 'that's what you thought'?" she asked, her voice spiking up.

"I kinda figured Tori was lying."

"- And yet you send me home anyway?" Ross looked down at her, not saying anything. "What'd she tell you?"

"First off, you did give her that black eye, you just said so yourself." he smirked. "- But she had said that you hit her because you were jealous of her and Joe's relationship."

It felt as if Bailey's eyes popped out of their sockets. "I don't even know what to say to that except that's defiantly not the reason why I hit her." she paused. "Well, it wasn't jealousy."

"It might turn into that now. . ." Ross muttered.

"What?" she asked, not completely hearing him.

"I've been thinking about this for a while, after I imagined you sneaking in here today." he chuckled, ignoring her question. "You're a pretty dedicated person, and even though tonight is the last show of the tour, I'd like you back on the team."

Bailey looked up at him in shock, "Are you serious?" he nodded as she began to think. He dropped her once, hard. He could easily do it again.

"Well, we have a few closing press conferences within the next few days. We could use the help. Plus, you could catch up with the boys and such." he tried to convince. "Except you'd be bunking with them, since, uh, the other bus is kind of in use."

"Oh?" she didn't like his tone of voice.

"Tori is still with us." Ross finished as he opened the steal door in front of them, leading to the right side of the backstage. Bailey was about to speak her mind but a person interrupted.

"Anything else you'd like me to do?" Tori asked, approaching them, a fake smile plastered on her face. Completely ignoring Bailey, she stared up at Ross' face as she held her hands behind her back.

"No, just to ahead and get ready for the show." Ross replied, then Tori made her way out to the hallway where they just were. "Don't even say it."

"Why do you need me if you have her?" Bailey questioned, not liking how this night was turning out. She was standing her wasting time with Ross and the skank when things between her and Joe were still up in the air. She was there for Joe, not because she wanted to be an assistant again.

"That's another thing." Ross kind of avoided her question.

"Bailey!" Nick exclaimed, running up to her. Her face lit up as he charged at her with a huge hug. "Ah, I missed you so much!" Bailey smiled, closing her eyes as her chin rested on his warm shoulder. She was glad that someone was happy to see her. "Wow, this is so cool." he finished, pulling away. A smile still played on his face. "It's been horrible without you! I mean -"

"Nicholas, get ready for the show. You're on in three!" Ross cut him off. Nick flashed him a look of apology.

"I'll see you after the show, right?" Nick eyed Bailey, she nodded, wondering what he was going to tell her. "Oh, and nice outfit." he winked, then hustled away.

"There's something you're not telling me." she stated, glaring at Ross. "What is it?"

"Why don't you make yourself comfortable. It's the last show. Have fun." he quickly stated, then hurried away, leaving Bailey with a cramping mind.

"What in the hell is up with him?" Sarah asked from behind her, coming out from behind the stage curtain where she had been listening.

"I don't even know and I don't really care." Bailey muttered in frustration of everything that was going on. She turned to look at her friend, the tears slowly building up in her eyes as she thought of the past hour. "Joe won't even look at me. I told him everything and he's acting like I'm some kind of. . . Oh, I don't know, like nothing ever happened between us!"

"Isn't that a good thing? Him acting like nothing happened?"

"No, not about me leaving. He's acting as if nothing happened between us, before all the commotion, before her." her eyes shifted to the floor.

"Don't worry Bails, it'll work out." Sarah replied softly. "Maybe he's just having mixed feelings. I mean, he went on for so long thinking one thing. He'll come around." she lied, leaving out the information that she discovered only moments ago

take two

2010-08-01T18:07:00.000-07:00

Two months had passed since the breakdown. Bailey and Joe had no way of contacting each other. Unknowingly, Bailey's mom had blocked Joe's number from calling. Also, Ross made the boys get new numbers to keep Bailey from getting a hold of Joe. No one could understand why they weren't allowed to talk to each other.

"Hey dad, I'm home!" Bailey entered the door to her dad's house, which was her new home. After everything, she decided that it was best to be with him instead of her mom. After everything her mom had done and said about the Joe issue, Bailey had enough. She was out of there.

Especially when all her mom still talked about was Jake and how he was so much better for her.

"Hey sweetie." her dad smiled at her as she entered the living room. Bailey dropped her purse to the ground as she stared at the extra person in the room.

"Oh my God." she barely whispered before running up to the dark haired boy standing next to her father. His long hair was little more chunkier and his body looked a little more built. Instantly, she wrapped her arms around his neck as a few tears trickled down her cheeks. "Joe, I've missed you so much. I called, I really did." His right hand held the back of her neck as the other squeezed around her waist.

"Shhh, it's alright. I know. Everything will be fine now." his comforting voice sent tingles down her spine. Softly, he kissed the top of her head, causing her to pull away from his body to look up into his eyes. She slowly leaned in towards his face, her eyes slowly closing.

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

Bailey rolled over in bed, cursing to herself. She rubbed her eyes, then stared up at the blank ceiling.

"Same dream again?" Sarah asked, lying next to her in her bed. Bailey had crashed at Sarah's house for the weekend. Bailey and her mom hadn't stopped arguing since she had been sent home, two months ago. She needed time away from her.

"Same dream." Bailey mumbled.

Sarah had been sent home from the tour the day after Bailey. There was no reason for her to stay there, since she was only there for her any way. She assured Joe that Bailey had no choice. It felt like Sarah repeated herself a million times, telling him that Bailey would've said 'goodbye' if she could, but he didn't want to hear it. His heart was crushed and it effected everyone.

"You know, the boys are playing n Philly one last time. Tonight's the last show of the tour. . ." Sarah trailed off, looking around the room nonchalantly, hinting her off.

Bailey sat up and stared at her, the most serious look on her face. "We're going. Sare, I don't give a shit anymore." her emotions started to take over. "I'm fed up with people telling me to let him go and that everyone is better off without us being together. It's stupid! You can't tell someone who they can and cannot talk to! We're going to that show."

Sarah winced at her loudness. "It's not 10 'o clock in the morning or anything." she rubbed her ears. "-But I understand, really. That's the only reason why I'm letting you crash here and that's why I completely agree with you. We'll go to the show."

Bailey groaned, then thought of her mom. She'd spazz if she knew of any plan to get a hold of Joe. Tonight was her chance. Their last show of the tour was tonight at the Wachovia Center, Bailey knew for a fact she was going to be there.

- - - - -

"Sold out?!" Bailey repeated, looking over Sarah's shoulder as she clicked around on the computer. "They can't be sold out!"

"What can I say? Those boys are just that hot." she smirked, then received a smack on the arm.

"Dude, we're still going."

"How, Bails? Everyone there will recognize you. What do you think Ross will do if he sees your face?" Sarah questioned.

"Who cares anymore?!" she exclaimed.

"Obviously not you. . ."

"Sarah, I can't shut my eyes without seeing his face! It's like he's haunting my mind. I have to see him." Bailey's eyes started to burn at the thought.

"Alright, alright." she stopped for a moment. "I think I have a plan."

2010-07-31T18:56:00.000-07:00

It was almost 11pm. Bailey parked the car by the buses and quietly got out. Draping her duffle bag over her shoulder, she grabbed the box of pizza out of the back seat, the bag of Taco Bell from the front, and a cup holder consisting of two bright blue Slurpees from 7-11, Joe's favorite. The parking lot was still and no one had really exited the venue; the boys were still inside.

Power-walking through the busses and into the grassy park behind the venue, Bailey tried all her best to keep the stuff she was holding balanced. Her nerves were wrecked and her heart hadn't beat faster than what it was right then. She hoped to God this thing would work. Without a cell phone, it make things 10 times more complicated and risky, but there was no reason why her plan couldn't work out, even though one little thing could alter her plan.

After walking for a straight three minutes, following an almost straight row of little bushes that her and Mandy had stumbled across earlier that afternoon, she was almost to her destination. Before she knew it, she was trailing through a small wooded area. On the other side was a clearing over-looking a beautiful lake. Smiling up, the full moon shown brightly back at her. Setting down the food on a huge, nearby rock, she quickly un-zipped her duffel bag. Pulling out a big, thin blue blanket, she quickly fanned it out over the dirt where it laid softly. She couldn't help but smile when she pulled out the candles from her bag; she knew Joe was going to love this.

A few minutes passes and the scenery was complete. The moon glistened on the calm water, the candles were scattered around the blanket and up on various rocks as the pizza, Taco Bell, and Slurpee's sat off towards one of the corners on the blanket. Nervously, Bailey took a seat facing the water, waiting for her boy to show up.

- - - - -

"Everything is fine, Joe! Really." Mandy rubbed his back as they walked down the hall inside the venue. It was quarter of 12.

"I haven't be able to get a hold of her all day! Do you know how much it sucked, worrying about her like that?" he snapped, looking after at her.

"I know, I know." she sighed. "But it wasn't her fault, her phone broke. She had been calling you all day."

"Uh-huh, sure." Joe glared over at her. "You don't have to lie. I know she's pissed at me."

"First off, you know for a fact that Bailey is the type of girl to get over things quickly. The fact that it's your birthday, she forgot about it even faster. First thing she did this morning was call you, but you had a stupid interview."

"Like I have any control over that!" he exclaimed.

"Shut up! I'm done." Mandy raised her voice. "And what the hell, since when have I ever lied to you, Joseph?"

He groaned. "I didn't mean that." a sigh left his lungs. "I just want to see her, that's all. I just want to get away from everything right now and just be with her. . ." Mandy smiled, hearing the love in his voice. Her smiled faded when his voice rose. "And no one even knows where the hell she is!"

"I'm sure she's fine Joe." she patted his back again. "Look, just head back to the bus. Maybe she's there."

"Alright." he finished, waving to her before making his way outside. Sighing, Mandy turned around and made her way back to Kevin and Nick.

It was a minute or so before Joe was outside of the bus. With his hand on the door, he became nervous. He was anticipating the fact that he was going to be able to hold her again. It had only been 24-hours, but even in that short time it killed him to be away from her. The excitement in his body began to rise.

"Joe, wait up!" he cringed at the voice and slowly turned around to see Ross jogging up to him.
"I haven't seen you all day! How's the big 1-8?" he smiled, not realizing how annoyed Joe was at this point.

"Good." he faked a smile, just wanting to run onto the bus.

"Just good? That's it?" Ross poked at him, making Joe chuckle in frustration.

"Yeah." he cleared his throat, changing the subject to what was really on his mind. "So have you seen Bailey?"

"No, I haven't. That girl has been running all over hell and creation for me today. Let me say, she is one dedicated assistant."

"Yeah yeah, I know." Joe replied quite quickly. "I really need to find her."

"Where ever she is, I'm sure she's fine." Ross glanced around the parking lot, spotting his bright yellow car which informed that his gift had arrived. Smiling, he continued. "I have something for you."

- - - - -

Bailey sighed, looking up at the sky from her back on the blanket. Her hands were under her head and her feet were crossed down by her ankles. Once it hit 11:30, the anxious feeling in her stomach went away. Now it was only hope that filled her mind; hope that Joe would even show. Slowly, the weight was added to her back as she thought about his birthday that was quickly coming to an end with every second. She began to feel bad, thinking about how many people she cussed at as she rushed to get the food earlier, just so she'd make it back in time before he found her note and showed up to this spot. Now she was hoping that the food wouldn't spoil from waiting so long. Who knows how soggy the tacos were at that moment. The candles were even melted down to half their size as time flew by. The guilt inside of her began to take over as she started to tear up, thinking about Joe. It was now only a few minutes shy of midnight.

At the sound of a cracking twig, Bailey sat straight up, staring into the darkness of the path that lead into the woods. Besides the chirping of the crickets around her, it was silent. Her chest began thumping, the pace quickening with every second. The world seemed to stop when she saw Joe appear from the woods. Instantly, she shot up from the blanket and ran over to him. Smiling, he tightly wrapped his open arms around her body as she squeezed her arms around his neck, the side of her head pressing up against his.

"Happy Birthday Happy Birthday Happy Birthday!" she exclaimed, still holding onto him as he rubbed her back. He chuckled.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" her back tingled at his voice. "About last night -"

"Forget about it." she replied honestly, pulling away from his grasp and holding onto his hand. "I have food!" she pulled him over to the blanket.

"Bails, this looks amazing." he stated in awe as he kneeled down onto the blanket, taking in the scenery. "Thanks."

"Anything for you." she smiled over as him, reaching for the Taco Bell bag. She tossed it to him, then grabbed his Slurpee. He shot her a grin and dove into the bag.

"I wish I would've gotten here sooner. Ross was a bit distracting." he stated before stuffing his face.

"It's cool, really." she watched him in amusement and happiness. "You're here now. It's good." He smiled again before gulping down some of the melted goodness.

Moments passed after Joe finished eating. Bailey had had a slice or two of cold pizza before laying back down onto the blanket, looking up at the dark sky. It was only a second before Joe laid his body down next to her, grabbing her hand and interlacing his fingers with hers.

"This is gorgeous." he sighed before an unexpected belch slipped up and out of him. "Ew."

"Joe! Way to kill it." she playfully nudged him.

"Sorry." he chuckled with a cheesy grin. "This would be a hard thing to kill, you did great. I love it." he stated, then brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed it. She looked over into his glistening eyes and smiled; he was amazing. "What?"

"You're cute." she replied simply, trying to keep herself from grinning as she turned her head back so she was looking straight up into the starry sky.

"Not as cute as you." he replied softy, sitting up and leaning down to kiss her on the cheek. Once again, he made her stomach flip. He kissed her cheek again. Slowly closing his eyes, his lips moved from her cheek, down her jaw line, and to her neck.

Closing her eyes in satisfaction, Bailey moved her hand and softly placed it on his waist as he slowly maneuvered his body on top of hers, his arms supporting his top half above her as his waist lightly rested on hers. After a moment, Joe made his way up to her lips. They were soft and tasted like blue raspberries. Smiling, Bailey kissed back, slowly sliding her tongue into his mouth. She brought her hand up to his neck, pulling him down closer to her as she turned her body from underneath him, rolling him onto his back. She swung her leg over his waist and leaned her body down against his as their lips stayed connected. Joe's hands gradually made their way up her thighs and to her waist. He felt her smile on his lips. Bailey ran her fingers through his thick hair as his grip tightened around her waist; she knew he was loving it. She could tell as his lower half tensed up from underneath her.

Their make-out session lasted a little while longer until Bailey felt something vibrate on the inside of her leg.

"I swear to God that better be your phone." she reluctantly pulled her lips away from his with a small laugh. He sighed, then reached in his pocket and flipped open the phone as Bailey sat on his stomach, lifting his shirt up and trailing her fingers along the toned surface. She smiled when she saw the goosebumps begin to form.

"What, Kevin?" he asked into his phone, staring up at the moon. "Alright." he paused.
Alright! Bye."

"One thing I love about having a broken cell phone. . ." she trailed off, looking into his warm eyes. He smiled up at her, wanting more. Bailey sighed, then patted his stomach. "Come on, we should get back." she started to stand up, but Joe grabbed her legs.

"I don't want to go back." he said, pulling her back down on top of him and kissing her.

"We have to. It's past 1:30." she chuckled even though she wanted to stay there just as much as he did.

"Fine." he mumbled, his lips meeting with hers one more time before she stood, pulling him up with her. "Even though this ended up being one of the most boring birthdays ever, this sure made up for it at the last minute." he kissed her cheek before helping her pack up the stuff.

2010-07-31T18:10:00.000-07:00

Like, yeah. So, Joe is totally my favorite!" a girl shrieked in line in front of the Wachovia center.

Bailey glared at Sarah as they stood behind the girl and her obnoxious friends. Each one of them were decked out in their Jonas Brothers attire; face paint, shirts with Puffy paint that read 'Marry Me!' on them with other little things. The girls even had signs and gifts fro the boys in their hands. Bailey stared in amusement before getting smacked by Sarah.

"Stop staring, you look just as bad." she scolded, looking down at Bailey's outfit with a huge grin.

"You act like I wanted to wear this!" Bailey exclaimed, failing her arms up. She had a hot pink shirt that read 'I LOVE THE JONAS BROTHERS!' on it in big, bold, black letters with hearts all over the place. Sarah had written a big 'JB' logo on her cheek as well as making her a sign.

"I told you we had to blend in." Sarah replied. Her outfit was pretty much the same, except in purple and Bailey had on a pair of vintage, white Ray Ban sunglasses over her eyes.

"These tickets better get us in." Bailey muttered, not believing what her friend was making her do. Never in a million years had she thought she'd be decked out like this, supporting any kind of band for any reason at all, but Joe was worth it to her.

"I don't know. . .The scalpers were really convincing. . ."

"They better have been for $100!" she exclaimed.

"Oh my God! Doesn't Joe have those sunglasses?!" a girl ahead of them asked, a little too excited.

"Um, I believe so." Bailey replied simply.

"Can I have them?" she asked, making Bailey laugh.

"Are you kidding me?"

"I'll pay you for them!" she stated, Bailey became amused.

"How much?"

"Twenty." the girl replied. She was wearing a white t-shirt with Joe's face ironed on the front.

"Um, I think I'll pass." she chuckled.

Just then, screams were heard from the front of the line. The doors to the venue were opening. Bailey's heart rate picked up as she grabbed and squeezed Sarah's hand, wishing that this plan would work.

- - - - -

"Now I can't see anything." Sarah whined as they stood towards the back of the pit in front of the stage.

"He can't see me during the show! That'll mess up everything. We'll go to the meet and greet afterwards, then it'll go from there."

"What exactly do you expect to happen?" she asked Bailey, making her shrug.

"I have no idea what to expect." Bailey admitted, looking down as the thoughts of rejection soared through her mind. "I don't wanna put him under all that pressure in front of all those people."

"Then what are we going to do? Sneak backstage or something?" Sarah stated sarcastically. Bailey's eyes widened as her lips curled up. "Oh, no. I'm not getting arrested!"

"We won't get arrested. I have a plan."

"Don't we all. . ." Sarah mumbled as Bailey grabbed her hand and lead her out into the lobby of the venue. Bailey held onto her as she lead her through the crowds of people. Nonchalantly, she slipped behind a door that read 'Employees Only'. "Yep, we're totally going to get arrested."

"No we won't, now hush. I've got this." she said coolly, then continued down the long, white hallway. "Now, if I remember correctly, their dressing room should be - " Bailey stopped as they turned the corner, bumping right into Luke, one of the body guards.

"Are you ladies lost?" he asked sternly, looking down at the two girls. Bailey still had her shades on, so he didn't recognize her.

"No sir, just checking out the place." Sarah smiled.

"Uh-huh, let's go ladies." he replied, motioning them to turn around.

"Wait! Aren't you going to give us the test?" Bailey exclaimed.

Luke stopped. "What test?"

"You know, the test you're supposed to give when you run into fans who somehow managed to get backstage." she replied, trying to keep her cool with a smile on her face.

"How do you know about the test?" he questioned.

"Well, uh, you see, there's this thing going around on myspace, and you know, we kind of - "

"Ms.Baker, is that you?" Luke asked, recognizing her voice, reaching for her sunglasses.

"Busted." Sarah muttered.

"It is!" he confirmed as she placed her sunglasses on top of her head. "Where've you been? Last I heard you - "

"Yeah, Ross kicked me off. Long story." she replied dryly. "I really need to see Joe."

Luke stopped for a moment. "I don't know if I'm allowed to do that. . ."

"Luke, I know you're not, but I really need to see him! I haven't spoken to the boy in over two months! I didn't even get to say goodbye and this is my only chance at saying anything to him at all." Bailey's eyes began to water.

He stared at her for a moment before speaking. "Only because I know how much this effected him, I'll let you guys go. And because you were pretty much my favorite JB assistant of all time!" he smiled down at her. "If anyone asks, I have no idea who you two go back here! Got it?" the girls instantly nodded their heads. "Go get 'em."

Sarah swore she hear a squeak come from Bailey as she grabbed her and rushed down the hallway and up to a closed door. Bailey's heart was beating uncontrollably as she raised her hand to knock on the door. Before she could make contact, the door opened. Kevin stood there in shock, staring into her watery eyes.

"Hey." he said softly, then embraced her in a big hug as she plunged forward at him.

"I'm so sorry, I couldn't say goodbye. Ross - " she felt overwhelmed, even if it was just Kevin. She knew that Joe had to be close by. Her moment was quickly approaching.

"It's cool, I kinda figured." Kevin replied, pulling away. "Joe is, uh - "

Bailey's heart stopped as she watched Joe appear behind Kevin in the doorway, his face expressionless. She didn't know what to do or what to say. She couldn't even control the fact that he captivated her gaze yet again.

"Why are you here?" Joe asked blankly, staring back at her.

Instantly, she snapped out of it. "What?" she managed to ask.

"I didn't stutter." he spat, his face growing cold.

"Joe!" Kevin spun around to glare at his brother, disbelief covering his face.

"- And why are you wearing that?" he questioned, looking at her outfit. She shook her head and looked down, a single tear slipping out of her eye.

"You know what Joe, - " Bailey tried to keep her shaky voice under control. " - this game is really getting old."

"Yeah, tell me about it." he crossed his arms in front of him, his face still emotionless.

"What is wrong with you?" she asked in disbelief, staring into his empty eyes.

"What's wrong with you? You're the one who walked out, not me."

"More like dragged out." she spat, not letting another tear fall from her eyes. Stunned by the sour vibe he was sending out, her sadness started to turn into anger. "After two months, do you even know what really happened?" he huffed at her, then looked away. "Ross woke me up early that morning, practically dragging me out of the hotel."

"I'm sure it wasn't that dramatic." Joe interrupted.

Bailey groaned, frustrated by his attitude. "Are you even going to hear me out? That's exactly what Ross did, he shut me down, just like you're doing! Now look where we are." she finished, throwing her hands up.

"Cut it out." Kevin exclaimed, staring mostly at his brother.

"Do you know what it's been like, the past two months not being able to get a hold of you? Not knowing where you really were or what really happened? How many nights I stayed up, not being able to sleep because all I could think about was you." Joe's voice cracked a bit as he clenched his fists. "It was the worst feeling in the world. How could you put me through that?"

"How do you think things were for me, Joe? Huh? You think I was skipping home to sing happy songs about how I was forced to leave the one person that I was completely falling for? You think I chose to leave? How many nights to you think I stayed up, thinking, wondering, crying, wishing that I'd be able to even speak to you again? I don't know if you've noticed, but you're not the easiest person to get a hold of, especially when people are out there trying to prevent any contact what-so-ever!" her tears were flowing but her voice stayed strong. "The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you." Joe's eyes sparkled a bit as a tear dripped down his cheek. Quickly, he wiped it away with a big sniff.

Kevin then motioned for Sarah to follow him. The two walked down the hall, leaving Bailey and Joe alone. After a moment of silence, Joe waved for her to come into the dressing room. Closing and locking the door behind him, he rubbed his face, not believing what was happening.

2010-07-31T18:07:00.001-07:00

About 3 hours went by. Joe was now laying in the bed with an ice pack resting on his forehead and Bailey's body was aligned against his as she stared up at the ceiling with his free arm wrapped around her shoulders. They laid in silence as Sarah clicked around on the laptop and Kevin and Nick stared at the TV screen.

A few workers of the hotel came up to check up on the two about 20 minutes after the incident. Kevin stood his place at the door, assuring the clerk that everything was fine. Since then, things had been quiet. No one had heard anything from Tori or Jake, and Mr. & Mrs.Jonas hadn't returned yet with Frankie.

The stillness in the room was broken with a knock on the door.

"Got it." Nick stated, then hopped off the couch and opened the door. "What?" he asked sternly at the person standing in front of him. He tried not to smile at her black eye.

"Let Bailey know that Ross will be here in the morning." Bailey tensed up at the sound of Tori's voice. "It'd save some time if you told her to pack her bags now."

Joe tightened his grip around Bailey as he felt her muscles trying to pull herself up. "You're not going anywhere." he said softly into her ear, then kissed her temple.

As much as she wanted to believe him, she knew that when Ross got there everything was going to explode. After hearing Nick shut the door, she nuzzled her head into Joe's chest. Nick scratched his head, not knowing if he should repeat what he was just told, or assume that everyone had heard.

Bailey sighed, letting Nick know that he didn't have to say anything. With that, he made his way back to the couch. She sat up on the bed, pulling away from Joe. His back rested against the headboard and his legs were stretched out in front of him. She placed her hand on his leg, then turned her head and looked at him. Once again, she got lost in his warm eyes. He brought his hand up and rubbed the small of her back for comfort. A tingle fluttered up her spine, making her realize that she really cared for him and that he felt the same.

Holding back tears, she leaned in towards him. Softly, their lips met. Joe placed the ice pack down next to him, then rested his hand on her jaw line as she pulled her body closer to him. With Joe still sitting on the bed, she swung her leg over and straddled his waist. After realizing that the others had made their way into his parents' room, he moved his hands down to her waist, then to her thighs.

Bailey kissed him deeply and passionately as her heart thumped in her mind. Oh how she loved being in his arms, his moist lips pecking hers. He was the only guy to ever make her feel so comfortable, loved, and wonderful all at once, all the time. After a moment, she pulled her lips away and rested her forehead on his. She slowly opened to eyes, staring directly at him. A tiny smile formed on her face, making him chuckle.

"What?" she asked quietly.

"You're gorgeous." he whispered.

"You're more gorgeous." she replied cheekily.

"Hm, even with this black eye?" Joe asked as she pulled back, sitting on his lap.

She lightly touched it with her finger. "It actually doesn't look that bad. -But yes, even with that black eye."

"It doesn't hurt anymore." he stated.

"Joe, I'm really sorry."

"It's not your fault, so stop saying sorry. The guy had it coming." he smirked, then grasped her hand in his.

"That's not going to stop me from going home tomorrow."

"Bailey, stop. You're not going home!" he exclaimed. She got up off his lap and walked across the room as the tears fell. "I'll get my mom to talk to Ross." he added.

Hearing that made her believe even more that she was going to be receiving a plane ticket to Philly tomorrow morning.

"I give up." Bailey stated, her back towards Joe.

"Give up?" he repeated, sliding off the bed. "On what? Us?"

Bailey turned to face him. The silent tears continued to fall. "This is too much, Joe. After two weeks -"

"Stop saying that! 'Two weeks'. So what? This happened!" he pointed at his heart, then to hers. "Yeah, two weeks, and I love it! Things have been perfect," she lowered his eyes at him. "-between us. It would've been paradise without the outside barging in." Bailey didn't know what to say to him. "I'm going to do everything in my power to get you to stay."

"Joe." she stared at him from across the room.

"I mean it." he finished sternly.

- - - - -

Bailey woke up the next morning with something cold on her face. Slowly, she opened her eyes to see a dark figure standing above her. The room was pitch black and the room was still.

"Let's go." she listened to Ross' harsh whisper. "Hurry and let's go, before you wake anyone up." she heard him rustling a bag beside the pull-out couch. Bailey looked over to see Joe sound asleep next to her, his hair was sticking every which way as he drooled on his pillow.

"What time is it?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.

"4am. Now let's go!" his voice was harsh but quiet.

"Are you even going to hear me out?" Bailey hissed at him, standing up from the bed.

"We don't have time for that now." tears stared to form in her eyes. "Plane takes off at 6, we could grab breakfast at the airport before you go."

"Ross, -"

"Now." he finished sternly, starting for the door. "-And I swear, if you wake any of the boys up, you'll be in deeper shit than you are in now."

The tears rolled once he shut the hotel door, leaving her in the darkness. Her mind was screaming to wake Joe up, just to kiss him one last time. To tell him that'd she'd be fine and that he'd be better off without her there anyway. Instead, she grabbed her duffel bag, slipped on her flip flops and exited the quiet room wearing a pair of tiny PJ shorts and Joe's "PONED" shirt.

Too upset to talk, Bailey silently followed Ross down the hallway and onto the elevator. The tension was insane. She couldn't believe this was happening; she was really leaving; without a goodbye. Before the elevator doors opened to the lobby, Ross stole a glance at her tear-stained face. Quickly looking away, he headed through the lobby, out the door and into a taxi cab.

The ride to the airport was silent. Every once in a while, Ross would look at her saddened face, but still he didn't cave. What he was doing was for the best, for everyone. Once entering the airport, Bailey finally cracked.

"- And you're not even going to hear me out?" she forced the words out of her mouth, her voice coming out a little louder than she wanted it to. There was so much frustration leaking out of her, there were so many things she wanted to scream at him, but people already started to stare.

"I think I've heard enough." he replied simply, leading her through the commotion of the airport.

"Heard enough from who, Tori?" she asked, sounding amused. Quickly, her sadness was transforming into anger.

"You did a number on her face." Ross glared down at her. "Your mother isn't too happy about that." Bailey groaned. "For a smart girl, you did a really stupid thing."

"If she hadn't -"

"Bailey, I don't want to hear it."

"This is the problem, Ross! You won't hear me out! There are two sides to every story." she exclaimed, throwing her hands up as they weaved in and out of people.

"You've obviously seen what happened to Joe! If it wasn't for you, he'd be fine!" he replied. "If these boys are going to be at risk with you here, then you need to go."

"Are you kidding me?" Bailey's response was packed with attitude.

"There's no use in talking about it, you're going home and that's final!"

"You don't even know the half of it! Jake -"

"BAILEY, YOU'RE GOING HOME!" he yelled, making the people around them stop to look at them. She bit her tongue, looking up at him, not wanting another tear to fall because of him. He had won, she was going home. "I don't want you contacting anyone in the crew either." he glanced over at her as they approached her gate. "If I find out you're still talking to Joe, or anyone, there will be bigger issues than there are now. You hear me?"

Bailey narrowed her eyes, concentrating on what was going on in front of her. All she wanted to do was scream. Scream and punch the hell of the evil bastard next to her. She had no idea why he was doing this or why he was speaking of the unbelievable, but she felt like she was having a horrible nightmare.

- - - - -

"She was all I ever wanted,

She was all I ever needed and more.

She walked out my door.

And she went away

Left my heart in two.

Left me standing here

Singing all these blues.

And you left without a single word

Not even 'sorry'

I might've hurt worse to hear you say

'I'm leaving, goodbye.'

But your smile still makes my heart sing

Another sad song.

I can't forget it,

Won't regret it.

'Cause I'm still in love with you."

Joe sang sadly into the Miami crowd, Bailey's picture in his mind. He watched as the crowd sung along with him, completely oblivious of to what the lyrics were even about. His nose started to burn, wanting to cry right then, thinking about how he woke up that morning without her. Thinking of the conversation they had the night before, right after they talked to his mom about everything, loving how she was so supportive. How they talked about how much they cared for each other and just loved being around one another. After they had decided to pull through the drama and everything that was going on, she got up and left. He couldn't believe it.

He tried getting a hold of her, millions of times it seemed, but he got nothing. Just her voice on her answering machine. His heart ached every time he dialed her number, hoping, wishing for her to pick up after that 3rd ring. Even after Ross had told him to let her go, he disobeyed his orders and tried anyway. It was no use. It felt as if she was gone forever.

2010-07-31T18:04:00.002-07:00

Joe leaned against the front desk in the lobby of the hotel, waiting for the clerk guy to appear after he flicked the little bell. He felt a pair of hands wrap around his waist from behind. He smiled, thinking of Bailey, then grabbed her hands and kissed them.

"Hey, how was-" he turned to see Tori staring up into his eyes. "Ah!" he yelled, then jumped away from her as if she was going to explode like a time bomb. "What is wrong with you?! You were supposed to go with Jake upstairs."

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself." she informed, grinning up at him. He wiped his lips with force as the clerk finally appeared at the desk.

"How may I help you sir? Would you like the Honeymoon Suite?" he asked, looking at Joe, then at Tori.

"Are you serious?" Joe asked in a low voice, staring at the man as if he had 323084 heads. "No, we just need an extra room added onto the 407/409 linked room thing."

"The maximum number of rooms you can have linked are two, sorry sir."

"No, I mean add a single room onto that, like the bill or whatever?" Joe had no idea what he was talking about, his mind was bottled from what Tori had just done. All he wanted was an extra room so she and Jake could be away from everyone.

"Right, right. Sorry." the clerk apologized, then clicked away on his computer, assigning an extra room to their tab.

- - - - -

"Aw, Frankie!" Kevin exclaimed as Frankie looked down at his hot chocolate that was now covering the sidewalk outside of the hotel.

"It was an accident!" he cried. Kevin bent down and tried to clean up the mess a bit.

Bailey chuckled as she stood beside them, casually glancing around; Kevin had the spill covered. Her eyes stopped as she noticed a familiar figure at the front desk inside the hotel lobby. Her mouth dropped as she watched Joe kiss Tori's hands from behind, causing her heart to sink.

"You're kidding me." Bailey barely whispered, staring inside the lobby.

Kevin looked up from the mess on the ground and followed her eyes. He looked just in time to watch Joe yell and jump away from Tori. Bailey entered the lobby just as Joe started talking with the clerk.

"Hey." Bailey said behind Tori. She turned around, looking a bit shocked. "Satisfied?"

Tori smirked. "Well, -" she stopped once Bailey's first made contact with her right cheek. She screamed, then grabbed her face.

"Bailey!" Joe yelled, then quickly made his way in front of her.

"I swear to God if you do one more thing, you'll have something worse than a black eye!" Bailey yelled at Tori who took off towards the elevators. Joe grabbed her shoulders to calm her down a bit, but she shook out of his grasp. "Don't touch me."

Joe's face fell. "What?" he barely got out, staring at her angry face.

"Just don't, Joe." she stared up at him as the burning sensation in her eyes started up again. She shook it off, then walked out of the hotel.

Kevin approached Joe expectantly with Frankie beside him.

- - - - -

Bailey leaned against the concrete wall behind the hotel. She slowly slid down to the ground as the tears began to fall. Her mind raced from Joe, to Tori, and then to Jake and why all of this was happening.

She couldn't understand why things had to be so complicated. She liked Joe and Joe liked her. Why couldn't people just back off? Her mind thought about how things would be if she hadn't been given the job of assisting the boys on tour. She would've never fallen for Joe and she'd never be in the situation she was in now. Bailey thought of how things would be easier on everyone if they weren't together. There wouldn't be as much arguing, yelling, crying. At that point, she felt like giving up. With only a week and a half into this relationship, it was common sense to know to end it sooner than later before she started falling harder and faster for someone who wasn't always going to be there, no matter what promises were made.

Bailey's head rested in her hands as she listened to a pair of footsteps approaching her. Assuming it was Joe, she spoke.

"I can't do this." she muttered, then looked up in shock when Joe wasn't the one standing in front of her. Instantly, she tensed up, staring up into a pair of deep blue eyes.

"I told you." Jake stated, then slowly stepped towards her.

"This is all your fault." she exclaimed, standing up as he came closer.

He smirked, knowing she was right. "You always looked good when you were angry."

She brought her hand up to slap him, but he quickly grabbed it and pinned it against the wall. Shocked my his action, Bailey tried to pull away from him, but she was defenseless as he pinned the rest of her body against the concrete with the weight of his.

"Get off of me!" she yelled, then started to panic, not knowing what he was going to do. "Jake!" she screamed, trying to push him off of her. It was useless, he had her.

"I miss those lips." he said softly, moving in closer to her face. She squirmed under him even more, trying to bring her knee up to his abdomen, but she was locked down. Tears of frustration and fright flowed out of her eyes as he pressed his mouth up against hers. Bailey felt as if she was going to pass out just as Jake was pulled off of her.

She fell to the ground and sobbed a moment before realizing what was happening. She looked up to see Joe on top of Jake, his fist repeatedly making contact with his face. A few more punches and blood made an appearance.

It was like the red was a trigger that set Jake off. Instantly, he flipped Joe over and got a good hit in. "Stop!" she screamed as she got up from the ground, making her way to the boys who were still going at each other.

She reached for Jake, trying to pull him backwards, but one shove from him sent her down to the ground after stumbling over the cracked asphalt. The anger and irritation spiked inside of her. She quickly reproached Jake who was now gripping Joe's bloody shirt and back slapped the side of his face with extreme force, her silver ring sliced his cheek open in the process. He fell backwards off of Joe, his crimson hand covering his cheek.

Joe immediately got up and accompanied Bailey. He grabbed her shoulders, looking down into her teary eyes.

"Are you ok? Did he hurt you?" Even after their rumble, his voice was still soft and caring. Bailey was barely able to nod before she tightly wrapped her arms around his body. She looked down and behind him to see Jake moving.

"Come on." she stated, grabbing Joe's hand and pulling him with her to the front of the building.

The two of them looked horrible. Joe had a little blood dripping from his lip, his left eye was starting to puff up and this shirt was covered in dark red blotches. Bailey didn't look great either. She had a bruise around her wrist, mascara stains down her face and a little bit of blood on her attire as well. They were a mess.

Ignoring the stares and gasps from the people in the hotel lobby, they quickly made their way up to the room in silence, not knowing what to expect. Joe took a deep breath as he opened the door. Kevin laid on the bed watching TV as Nick and Sarah sat on the couch talking.

"Oh my God." Sarah whispered, then rushed over to Bailey and Joe.

"Are you guys alright?!" Kevin exclaimed, rushing up to them as well. Nick stayed seated in shock.

Bailey covered her mouth, then pushed her way to the bathroom and shut the door. Moments later her mouth went sour, causing her to spill her insides out into the toilet. The way she was feeling was over whelming. Her heart was in pain and her mind was in shock. After picturing what had just happened she sobbed again, then spewed a little more out into the bowl.

A soft knock was heard at the door but Bailey didn't bother responding. She couldn't.

"Mom just left with Frankie. Just think what it would've been like if she was here when we walked in." Joe stated, locking the bathroom door behind him. She didn't bother looking up at him. She couldn't bare to see the pain on his face that she caused.

Joe winced as he took a look at his appearance in the mirror. He softly poked as his cheek, then shut his eyes in pain. After a moment, he ran a washcloth under warm water and kneeled down to Bailey. She put her arm up to stop him.

"Joe, stop." she said, grabbing the washcloth from him. She flushed the toilet, closed the lid and motioned him to sit. He was in more pain than she was, physically.

He sat on the closed toilet seat and winced again as the warmth of the cloth came in contact with his forehead. His body was aching and his heart was pounding, but yet the fact that Bailey was there with him kept him in control.

"I had to, Bails." he stated as she wiped the blood from his face. "He shouldn't have touched you. Hell, he shouldn't even be here." he started to tense up.

Bailey leaned in closer to him, holding his chin up as she continued to clean up his face. A singled tear slid down her face as her finger brushed against the cut on his forehead.

"This is all my fault." she barley whispered, pulling away from Joe.

"What?" he asked in disbelief. "How is any of this your fault?"

"How isn't it any of my fault, Joe?" she pulled her hand away from his face, her eyes looking up at the ceiling so the tears wouldn't fall. "None of this would've happened if I had never agreed to take this job in the first place."

"Bailey, stop! Are you hearing yourself right now?" he questioned. "If you never took this job, we would've never met." he looked up into her watery eyes. She nodded her head, then looked away. That action struck Joe's heart. "What are you saying?"

She shrugged her shoulders in frustration, then sat on the side of the bathtub across from him. "If I would've just stayed home, none of this drama would be here. You'd be on tour, having fun and living it up without anything to worry about. With me here, you have all this." she motioned her hands back and forth from him back to her. She could see he was hurt.

"Just stop." This time, she saw the tears forming in his eyes. "Bailey, if you hadn't come on this tour, there are so many things I would've given up on." he took a deep breath. "Girls, for example. I told myself that I wasn't going to fall for anyone, ever again." he grabbed her hand. "Until I met you, it was like the feelings popped out of nowhere, even though I didn't want them to. I'm sorry, but I can't help the way I feel!""

"Joe, it's barely been two weeks."

"Yeah, the best two weeks of my entire life." Bailey shot him a look of disbelief. "Ok, not my entire life, but it's way up there!" he added. "What do I have to do to make you understand that I care about you, Bailey? I just brawled with your psycho ex over you!"

"I know, that's why. . ." she trailed off, looking away.

"That's why what?"

"I don't know." she huffed. "I don't know! It's just, it's not doing anyone any good with me being here!"

"Stop saying that!"

"No Joe, because you know I'm right. What do you think Ross is going to say, or even do, when he finds out about this? If it wasn't for me, everyone would be fine and they're not! Once he finds out, I'm gone."

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Joe rolled over in bed the next morning alone. He sat up and glanced around the room to see that everyone was still asleep, except he didn't see Bailey. After noticing that the bathroom door was closed, he made his way over to it and knocked softly.

Seconds later, the doorknob wiggled, then opened. Bailey peaked her head out from around the corner. Joe chuckled. She was sitting Indian style on the sink with her hair straighter plugged in beside her.

"Morning." she said, then continued straightening her hair.

"Morning." he mumbled, still waking up a bit. He closed the bathroom door behind him, then walked over to the toilet. Bailey stared at herself in the mirror as he pulled his pants down and began to pee.

"Joe!" she exclaimed, a little surprise that he just whipped it out in front of her. She wasn't looking at him, but still, she was stunned by the action itself. A tiny smile appeared on his face at her reaction. "It's not polite to pee in front of people. Well, at least ask first." he stood there, smirking, too tired to even reply.

"I need the sink." he stated after pulling his pants up.

"Use the tub." Bailey replied as she straightened the last part of her hair. Moments later, Joe was washing his hands under the faucet. After hearing him sigh, she looked at him through the mirror. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she watched him strip down and step into the shower. Instinctively, she shut her eyes and turned her head, not knowing why Joe was being so open with himself. "Um, Joe?" she said as she heard the shower head turn on. "I'm, uh, gonna go outside. You know, to, uh." she stuttered, sliding off the sink and opening the bathroom door.

Joe stood in the shower as the warm water dripped down his bare body. He smiled in amusement as he shut his eyes, running his fingers through his thick hair. He'd never heard Bailey so choked up before. He was going to speak, but then stopped once he heard the bathroom door close.

- - - - -

"Kids, you ready?" Mrs.Jonas asked as she entered the room. Everyone was already dressed and ready. For what, they had yet to know.

"Where are we going?" Nick asked, standing up from where he was laying on the freshly made bed, courtesy of Bailey.

"Oh, Tori didn't tell you? She's having her friend fly in for the week. She said she already talked to Ross about it and that it'd be fine, but we need to go pick him." she smiled, not knowing that those words made Bailey's stomach curl.

Nick nodded his head, letting his mom know that he heard her. He didn't know what to say as he stared at Bailey's emotionless face. He hoped to God that Tori wasn't that sick of a person to bring her cousin here to Florida, for the week.

"Well, do we all have to go with you to the airport? I mean, it only takes like, 3 people at the most to pick someone up." Joe stated, not believing what Tori was getting herself into.

"You're right." his mom stated. "Joe and Nick, you're coming with me and Tori. Bailey and Kevin, you stay and watch Frankie while your dad is out at that conference thing."

"But -" Joe started, then stopped at his mother's glare. "Fine." he finished, not even wanting to look at Bailey who was sitting next to him on the couch. He knew she wouldn't want him to go, but he also knew that she understood that his mom told him to. This was going to be interesting.

- - - - -

"I don't know about you, but I don't want to have to sit in a stinkin' hotel room all morning." Bailey stated, looking up at the ceiling. Frankie was laying on his stomach, playing his Nintendo DS on the couch as Kevin sat next to her on the bed on his laptop.

"Fine. Let's go somewhere. I mean, she didn't say we had to stay here, she just said to watch that kid, right?" Kevin confirmed.

"Hey! I'm not a kid." Frankie said stubbornly from the other side of the room.

Kevin rolled his eyes with a tiny smile. "Come on, let's just walk around. I think there was a Starbuck's up the street."

- - - - -

"So, uh, who are we picking up?" Nick asked as they entered the airport. He could tell Joe wanted to know, but he wanted to play it as if he wasn't interested, even though his mind raced, thinking of the worst.

"It's a surprise." Tori smirked, making Joe bite his tongue. All he wanted was to have a great week with his family and Bailey, and now Tori was messing things up.

His mind drifted to Bailey as he thought about her the night before in the steamy shower, how he loved it. Her eyes were smoky from her eyeliner and wet strands of hair were sticking to her face. Her cheeks were glowing a bit from the water and the illumination of the light in the tiny bathroom. Then he thought about how she seemed embarrassed when he stripped down with her there. He found it cute. Any other girl would've taken advantage of it, but she was different and she proved herself then.

"Joe?" Nick sounded bit confused and far away. Joe stopped, then looked around him. He had continued walking, lost in his thoughts, as his mom, Nick and Tori stopped at a gate in the airport.

"Oh." he mumbled, a little embarrassed, then turned around and headed over to them.

It wasn't too long before people exited the airplane and made their way up the ramp and some to their families. Nick elbowed Joe as he noticed him fidgeting with his hands, thinking of what he was going to do if his worst nightmare appeared before that ramp.

His heart sank when he saw the built, shaggy blonde haired guy approached Tori with his arms wide open.

"Hey cuz, nice to see you again." Jake smirked.

- - - - -

"Jake's here." Kevin flipped open his cell to find a text from Nick as him, Bailey and Frankie sat at a little table in Starbuck's, a few blocks down from their hotel in Miami.

"I love this thing. What'd I get again?" she asked, a bit confused. "Yummy Frappa-what?"

Kevin closed his phone, then looked at her and chuckled. "Vanilla Bean Frappuccino."

"Mmm." she mumbled, sipping through her straw. "So who was that?" she asked, referring to his phone.

"Probably Rachel." Frankie muttered, not even looking up from the DS in his hands.

"Rachel?" Bailey smirked, looking up at him expectantly.

"Yeah, you know. That character in his little game thing? He gets reality and fantasy mixed up all the time. You know, he lives on that." he rambled, pointing to his little brother.

"Uh-huh, I see." she smiled. "So, where'd you meet her?"

Kevin gave in, knowing that Bailey was the one he could talk to about this kind of stuff. Yeah, Joe was great, but no. And Nick was a bit too young, even though he had some great advice sometimes, but Bailey, she didn't hold back her opinions. She would give you her full overview, and most of the time the right things were said to make anything alright.

"Actually, I met her last night. When you guys crashed to the pool, we kinda ran into each other in the lobby, literally." Bailey laughed as Kevin's facial expression. He completely forgot about his text as he pictured Rachel's face in his mind. "We talked for a few, exchanged numbers, now here we are."

Bailey smiled, she was happy for him. She hoped this 'Rachel' girl would be good for him. He'd been single for so long. . .

"So, what'd she say?" she asked. He looked at her questionably. "The text?"

"Oh, yeah. That." Kevin sighed. "It was Nick." he said simply, hoping his short answer would be enough for her. He knew it wouldn't be.

"What'd he say?"

"He said that they were on their way home." he gave half the truth. Bailey's eyes widened a bit, hoping her thoughts about who Tori was bringing wasn't true. Her heart practically stopped as she flung out her phone and called Joe.

On the 4th ring, he answered.

"Hey!" he sounded a bit too happy. "I miss you." she heard the smile in his voice.

"He's there, isn't he?" she asked bluntly, hoping he'd say no.

"Yeah, we should be back at the hotel in a few. What are you doing?" Joe asked, purposely skipping over her question.

"Joe, stop it!" she rubbed her forehead. "Does your mom know anything about anything?"

"Nope." he replied, noticing that Jake was listening in on him as they drove down the road.

"Is that Bailey? How's Frankie?" she heard Mrs.Jonas ask in the background.

"Yes, he's fine mom." Joe automatically replied.

"Alright, I get the fact that you don't really want to say anything because he's there, but just answer me this; is she completely beaming right now?"

"Very much so." he replied, not even being able to imagine what she's feeling right now.

As much as she wanted to rant and rant about what was on her mind, she said a little goodbye, then hung up to meet Kevin's eyes.

"Am I getting Punk'd or something?" she asked in full seriousness. Kevin tried to stifle a laugh, causing Bailey to smack him on the arm. She couldn't help but laugh herself.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine."

2010-07-31T18:00:00.000-07:00

Bailey stomped through the lobby only wearing her bikini. After watching the people stare in amusement, she stormed out of the hotel and to her bus. She smacked the door of her tour bus after remembering that her and Sarah had locked it earlier. She then made her way on to the JB bus.

It was pitch black inside, but Bailey didn't bother turning on a light. She just slammed herself down on to the couch, bringing her knees up to her chest. She tried to piece together what had just happened.

-Tori, from Atlanta, Georgia, [which happens to be Jake's hometown] on tour with her after the big blow up with him. Ok, that seems possible. Who'd make an assumption from that? Lots of people live in Georgia.
-The weird dreams with Joe and Tori hooking up, that's just jealousy chiming in. That's normal.
-Frankie over-hearing someone saying something about 'Jake' and 'fucktard.' Yeah, that's a believable statement. -But why make a connection to her Jake?
-Dialing her ex's number on Tori's phone and ironically having the name 'Jake' pop up? Ok, I think it's time to get suspicious.

There was a knock on the door, making Bailey look towards the front of the bus. She had closed and locked it after she came in.

"Bails, open up!" it was Joe. She ignored him and rested her forehead on her knees. Even though the situation was about Tori and Jake and what was going on between them, Joe still plucked a nerve of hers. When she watched him and Tori in the pool, he hadn't moved when she approached him. She couldn't help but wonder why. Right now, she just wanted time alone to think. "Bailey!" he called out through the glass again. She stayed put.

She heard him hit the door one last time, then it was quiet. After a moment, she felt the bus shift a bit. Her heard shot up and stared into the darkness as the bus shifted again. Seconds later there was a clunk on the roof of the bus. She stared up at the sunroof in the center of the back room as Joe's head peeked over.

"Let me in!" he said, looking down at her. He could barely make out her face with the little moon light that was showing through the window. Bailey stared up at him and shook her head. "Come on." he muttered to himself as she stayed still on the couch. "Bailey, let's talk about this."

"Talk about what, Joe? The fact that I have a psycho ex-boyfriend or the fact that you would've let Tori make a move on you?" she stood up from the couch, yelling at him through the closed sunroof.

"Just let me in! Arguing between this friggin' glass isn't making the situation any better." he yelled back.

Bailey rolled her eyes, then exited the bus, not waiting up for Joe as she walked behind the bus and sat on the curb by a bush. It was a few moments before Joe was off the roof of the bus and sitting next to her.

"I don't want to talk -" Bailey started, but Joe cut her off.

"I don't care if you don't want to talk about it, we're talking about it!" he exclaimed. "Now look, I don't know what's really going on, but you have no reason to be pissed at me."

"Are you serious?" Bailey stood up from the curb, looking down at him. "I have no reason to be pissed at you? What in the world were you and Tori doing in the pool? Sorry, but I thought playing Marco Polo involved having your eyes shut."

"Nothing happened!"

"Yet. -What, were you going to see if she actually would kiss you before pushing her away? Come on Joe, I know you're smarter than that." she snapped, staring down at him. He let his tense shoulders fall as he stared back into her eyes for a few quiet moments.

"Are you done yelling at me?" he asked, showing no emotion. It stung Bailey a little bit to hear that. Instantly, she felt bad.

"I'm not purposely yelling at you... I'm just really pissed off right now and everything I say just comes out loudly." she lowered her voice a bit.

"About in the pool, you're right. I wanted to see if she would actually do it." he stood up from the curb, looking down into her eyes. "Only to have a reason not to be around her." He paused as her eyes shimmered. "What do I have to do to convince you that I'm into you, and only you?"

Bailey didn't reply, she just looked away from him, shrugging her shoulders.

"You think this is what Jake wanted, for us to argue like this?" she finally spoke

"If so, that guy must be really hooked on you. Obsessed, even." He replied as her eyes finally connected with his again. "I could see why." He finished softly, then traced his finger along her jaw line. "I think he's going to have to try a little harder."

Bailey smiled, placed her hands over his, then brought it down to her lips and kissed it softly.

"I think we should get back. They're probably wondering – " Bailey was cut off by Joe's lips. He kissed her long and deep right there in the dark parking lot. His hands went to her bare hips as hers made their way behind his neck. Pulling her against his body, Joe slowly slid his tongue into her mouth, causing her to smile. She ran her fingers through his hair as she pressed herself harder against him.

After a few minutes, the kisses became softer and lighter as they reluctantly pulled away from each other.

"We should get back." Bailey whispered with her eyes still closed. She went in and kissed him again.

"Mhm." Joe mumbled, still kissing her.

"Yeah." She got out a few kisses later, then started stepping backwards to the hotel. "C'mon."

- - - - -

"I knew you looked familiar." Sarah stated, walking with Tori back to the hotel room. "Jake's family reunion, 5 years ago. You were the kid with the big glasses and poofy hair that got thrown into the pool." She laughed as Tori glared over at her. "Why would you do this?" Tori shrugged her shoulders as they entered the elevator. "Look, I don't know if you're here for the job, or just to mess with Bailey and Joe, but you're going to stop whatever it is that you're trying to pull, got it?"

All Tori did was look over at her. "Whatever you say." She smirked, then stepped out of the elevator once it reached the forth floor.

"You say that as if you think I'm joking." Sarah snapped, then grabbed her shoulder and spun her around to get her full attention. "If you mess up anything else, you'll regret ever stepping on that tour bus."

"Ha ha." Tori chuckled. "What are you doing to do, smack me? Ross would have you on a plane home in a second."

Sarah smiled. "I'm sure that's what would happen." Her voice was flooded with sarcasm. "Just watch yourself. Everyone is going to be eyeing you now."

"Back so soon?" Kevin questioned as Sarah followed Tori into the room. She closed the door, made her hand into a 'gun', then acted like she shot Tori in the back. Nick tried to stifle a laugh, causing Tori to spin around and see Sarah smiling. She narrowed her eyes at her before grabbing her clothes and going into the bathroom.

"Wanna know who that chick really is?" Sarah asked quietly, sitting down next to Kevin who was sitting up with the laptop in his lap. He and Nick looked at her attentively. "Jake's cousin. Ironic, huh?"

"Are you serious?" Nick asked, really surprised by her statement.

Sarah nodded, "Just keep an eye out, alright?" they nodded as the door opened again. Bailey and Joe walked in hand in hand in their bathing suits. Everyone looked at them expectantly.

"What?" Bailey asked, trying her best not to smile. Her lips were tingling like crazy, it felt like everyone could tell. She searched their faces, then realized one was missing. "Bathroom?" she asked, Sarah nodded. "Where's her phone?" Bailey smirked. Kevin then pointed to the dresser by the bathroom door. "Sweet."

"Uh, what are you doing?" Joe asked as she grabbed Tori's cell, tossed it at Sarah, then approached Joe.

"Take a picture, would you?" Bailey asked, smiling widely at Sarah. She flipped open the phone and aimed it at her and Joe. Bailey looked up into his eyes as the gap between their faces decreased. Joe smirked; he knew exactly what she was doing.

He cupped her chin as their lips touched. She grabbed his chest and pulled herself closer to him as Sarah snapped the picture.

"Alright, got it." she grinned, looking up at them. They were still attached.

"Ok, she got it!" Nick repeated, a little disgusted.

Bailey pulled away and grabbed the phone from Sarah. 'How's this? Asshole.' she texted into the phone, then sent it to Jake. She placed the phone back on the desk as the bathroom door opened. Bailey smiled, grabbed her bag beside the door, then entered the bathroom herself. She shut the door behind her, leaned against it, then shut her eyes. She felt great.

Once the stepped back into reality, she slipped off her bathing suit and hopped in the shower. Within moments, the bathroom was steamy as the warm water ran down her body. A few minutes passed and there was a knock at the door.

"Come in." Bailey stuck her head out behind the curtain, awaiting to see who was entering the bathroom.

"I have to pee." Joe blushed, then closed and locked the door behind him. Bailey smiled, then closed the curtain and started shampooing her hair, thinking of Joe.

Seconds later, she heard him tinkling. Bailey squeezed her eyes shut, then giggled.

"I love how you find that funny." she heard a smirk in Joe's voice, then regretted making a sound as he flushed the toilet. A moment later, the warm water tickling down her body turned ice cold.

"Not cool, Joseph!" she squeaked, then poked her head out of the curtain to glare at him.

He smiled as he looked at her wet face through the fog that had formed between them. She stuck her tongue at him before shutting the curtain again.

"You're so mature." he stated, hopping up onto the sink.

Bailey laughed, "Like you have any room to talk."

Joe didn't reply, he was too busy writing his name on the clouded mirror. Under it, he made a heart, then wrote Bailey's name. He smiled to himself again as he thought about the water dripping down her --- .

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the water in the shower click off. He watched as the towel that was hanging over the curtain disappeared, then opened to reveal Bailey dripping wet with the towel wrapped around her body. She noticed the mirror, then smiled at him.

"You're too sweet." she smiled, then went up to him and kissed his cheek. "-But now you have to go so I can get dressed." he did just as she said, as if he was under some sort of spell, and left without a word.

"Joseph!" his mother hissed. "What in the world were you doing in there?!"

Joe's eyes shot up to find the voice. His mother was standing in the doorway of the linked rooms. "I had to pee!" he exclaimed, a little embarrassed.

"For 15 minutes?" Tori smirked, he narrowed his eyes at her.

"I was constipated." he lied, Kevin and Nick cracked up. "Shut up, I think it was that spaghetti at dinner." he lied again. How he hated it, but he didn't want his mother to have the wrong impression on Bailey. He was the one who went in there himself.

"Alright sweetie." she smiled. "Boys in one bed, girls in the other. And, uh," she trailed off, realizing that 3 people couldn't fit in the same bed. "Two of you are going to have to crash on the pull out couch." she said, looking at Joe. "You guys better not pull anything." she eyed each person in the room, but stayed on Joe the longest.

"Mom!" he exclaimed in disbelief. She pointed at him, then went back into her room and shut the door.

"Yeah, Joseph." Kevin smirked.

"What'd he do now?" Bailey asked as she walked out of the steamy bathroom, drying her long hair on a towel. She was wearing one of Joe's shirts that she stole and a pair of little PJ shorts.

"His mom basically said you're easy." Tori stated, then slid under the blanket on one of the beds.

"Really? I think I heard someone say that I'm going to knock your face in." Bailey gritted her teeth, then motioned her body in her direction.

"HEY! Stop." Kevin exclaimed, putting his hands in the air. "Tori, really, you've done enough. How 'bout you shut up before she actually makes you?"

"Kids, kids! Just go to bed." Nick said, then curled under the blanket next to Kevin.

Nothing else was said as Joe unfolded the bed from the couch. Within seconds, the bed was made with pillows and everything. Bailey slid in on one side, Joe on the other. After the lights clicked off, the room went silent

2010-07-31T17:59:00.000-07:00

Joe kissed Bailey's hand as the elevator doors shut. She smiled up at him, making his stomach do a flip flop. No one noticed Tori rolling her eyes in the corner.

A soft 'ding' was heard, then the doors opened on the 4th floor of the hotel. Instantly, Bailey's heart rate picked up as she squeezed Joe's hand.

"Alright, room 407." Kevin said, then knocked on the door. They 6 of them huddled around the door as it began to open.

"Aw, my babies!" Mrs.Jonas cried, then grabbed Kevin, who was closest to her, and hugged him. "How are you guys?!" she asked, overly excited as she went around the circle, hugging everyone. Bailey tensed up when it was her turn, but she was fine. "Come in, come in. I want to meet everyone." with that, she turned back into the hotel room. Everyone followed her in.

"See, it wasn't that bad." Joe whispered, his lips softly moved on Bailey's ear, awakening the butterflies in her stomach.

"Thanks for that." she groaned, making her even more nervous. He shot her a look that screamed 'What'd I do?', but she shook her head as she followed Sarah into the room.

"Ok mom, this is Sarah and Tori." Joe introduced, pointing to them. "-And I think you might know Nick and Kevin there." he dragged along, trying not to crack up at Bailey's expressionless face. "-And this is my girlfriend Bailey." Bailey glanced at him when he said 'girlfriend', then smiled.

"Oh sweetie, it's so nice to finally meet you." his mom gave her another hug. Bailey looked at Joe as if to say, 'You already told her about me?' He nodded, then blushed a little. "Gosh, you're a gorgeous one." she said, pulling away and grabbing her chin. Bailey couldn't help but smile the entire time. Mrs.Jonas then snapped her hand way, "Oh yeah, you're father is out with Frankie picking up a few things. He should be back soon." she turned to Kevin, Nick and Joe. They all nodded in acknowledgement. "Alright kids, I have to go get ready. We're heading out for dinner soon. I'll be in the other room." she informed, before exiting through the door in the center of the room. The two rooms were joined together.

"So, what do you guys want to do?" Sarah asked as Bailey dove onto the bed. She buried her face down into the blanket, waiting for someone else to reply. She was to eager to lay on the comfy bed to bother responding herself. She wanted to give her messed up stomach a little rest.

"Well, I have to go make a phone call. I'll be back." Tori stated, then made her way to the door. "I won't be long." she smiled, Kevin waved before she was gone. Tori made her way down the hall and around the corner, slipping out her cell phone in the process. She held in the 2, then waited at the phone began to ring.

"What's going on?" a guy's voice asked on the other line.

"Can't catch me, dad!" Frankie teased as he ran onto the elevator in the lobby. Mr.Jonas ran, but he didn't make it in time. The doors shut and Frankie was on his way up. After the 'ding', he jetted out and down the hall. He passed room '413' before he spotted a vending machine before the corner of the hallway. His eyes practically bulged out of his head as he looked up at the junk food in front of him. He pressed his face against the glass, looking at his reflection in a 'Three Musketeers' bar when he heard a girl talking.

"Jake, you fucktard, you're not listening to me!" he heard her say. Frankie pulled away from the glass and looked around for the voice. "I almost had him, alright? Chill. I just need a few more days."

"Frankie!" Mr.Jonas yelled down the hallway. He spun around to see his dad stomping after him. After gulping, he heard the girl finish up.

"Gotta go." she muffled into the phone before slipping it back into her pocket.

Frankie kept his eyes on the ground as he walked back. "Sorry Daddy." he mumbled.

"It's alright. I think you're brothers are here." he replied, sliding the keycard into the door. A second later, Frankie squealed as he rushed into the room.

"Joe!" he shrieked, tackling him onto the bed next to Bailey who was now on her back, propping herself up with her elbows.

"Hey kid! Missed me?" Joe replied, tickling his sides. Frankie giggled, then made his was around to Kevin and Nick.

Joe introduced Bailey and Sarah to his dad as Tori entered the room with a smile.

"Nice to meet you Mr.Jonas." Tori shook his hand after the others. Frankie's head popped up at the sound of her voice. He knew it sounded familiar, but shrugged it off.

After Mr.Jonas was greeted, he made his way into the other room.

"You guys are boring." Frankie complained, crossing his arms. "Do something." Everyone looked at each other and laughed.

"Um, what do you want to do?" Bailey asked him.

"Play my Nintendo DS." he replied simply. "-But I left it in the car." he pouted.

"Well, we could go down and get it for you." Joe offered, Frankie nodded before Joe got up and went into the other room. Moments later, he returned with a set of car keys. He waved for Bailey to come with him.

"I wanna come!" Frankie exclaimed.

"Alright, alright. Come on." Joe replied, then shook his head at Sarah who was watching with a smile in amusement. With that, he followed Bailey and Frankie out the door.

Instantly, Frankie bolted to the elevator as Joe and Bailey trailed slowly behind.

"So, you feeling better?" he looked over at her, she nodded. "I told you it wouldn't be bad." She smiled as she replayed the moment in her mind. 'This is my girlfriend, Bailey.' Ah, she loved it.

"C'mon fucktards." he yelled from the elevator causing Bailey to gasp.

"Frankie!" Joe exclaimed, rushing up to him. Bailey was right behind him. "Don't ever say that word! It's bad."

"Sorry." he looked down.

"Where'd you hear that?" Joe asked. He was now squatting down next to his brother, looking him in the eyes. Bailey watched the interaction between the two.

"At the candy box." he replied, Joe looked confused.

"A vending machine?" Bailey asked, he nodded.

"Did it like, talk to you? What'd it'd say?" Joe tried to get him to open up, knowing the machine actually didn't talk.

"I was looking at the chocolate bars, and then I just heard, 'Jake, you, uh, the bad word.'" Frankie cautiously repeated. Instantly, a chill ran down Bailey's spine at the sound of his name.

Just then, the 'ding' was heard and they exited the elevator and made their way through the lobby and outside.

"What else was said?" Joe poked at him even more as they made their way to the white, 2005 rental Impala parked a few yards from the tour busses.

"I don't know. Something about almost having someone or something in a few days. I don't know." he stammered as the eagerness inside of him grew. All he wanted was his DS.

"-And when was this?" Bailey asked.

"Like, before I met you." he replied quickly as Joe unlocked the car. Frankie hopped in, grabbed his DS, then was back at Bailey's side. "Ok, we can go now." he grinned. Joe shook his head and locked the car.

"What do you think that was all about?" Joe asked Bailey as they made their way back onto the elevator. She shrugged her shoulders, she didn't really want to think about it. The last thing she wanted to do was make conclusions from a 6-year-old.

"You think it was Tori?" she asked, then bit her tongue after she realized she said it out loud. "No, never mind." she quickly added. "I didn't mean to -"

"Actually, that's what I was thinking." he trailed off. "- But what are the chances?"

- - - - -

The group of 9 ended up going to Macaroni Grill for dinner. After a whole lot of laughter and full stomachs, they were headed back to the hotel.

"You guys wanna hit up the pool?" Joe asked as they got out of the car.

"Sure." Tori and Bailey replied at the same time, catching Sarah's attention. She could easily read her best friend's eyes; something was going on in her mind.

"I have to call up my mom, see how she's doing." Bailey smiled. "You guys go ahead, I'll meet up with you."

"My suit is on the bus." Joe stated, then started off towards the bus. "Guys, you want me to grab yours?" he asked Kevin and Nick. They shook their heads.

"Na, I think I'm gonna just to back to the room and lay down." Kevin stated, Nick agreed.

"I'll come." Tori offered, looking at Joe. He wasn't a mean person, so he didn't object, but he did give Bailey a look of apology before walking with Tori to the busses.

Sarah stared at Bailey in the darkness of the parking lot. It was going on 10pm and the crickets were heard through the thick air.

"I don't want to talk about it." Bailey stopped Sarah before she even begun, putting her hand up as she called her mom.

After about 10 minutes of reassuring her mother that everything was going good, her and Sarah headed to the busses themselves to get their suits. Joe and Tori had already left.

"I told you I didn't like her." Sarah stated as then headed back into the hotel. Bailey glanced over at her.

"And you're restating that because. . ."

"-Because I'm not stupid and I can see it in your eyes." she replied.

"Whatever." Bailey said, she'd inform her later of what was going on. The two of them were in and out of the hotel room within minutes with their suits on, heading back downstairs to the pool.

The two approached the glass door to the pool room when they saw Joe and Tori. Joe's back was to them as he leaned against the wall of the pool, his arms stretched out on the edge. Bailey stopped Sarah from opening the door as she watched Tori swim towards him, a mischievous smile playing on her face.

Immediately, Bailey's anger inside of her rose. She knew Joe wouldn't do anything, but she was disgusted by the fact that Tori thought she could just move in on him like that.

"Bailey." Sarah whispered as she just watched. She waited until she was inches away from his face before swinging the door open in rage. Instantly, Tori looked up at her with a shocked expression on her face. It was the worst acting she had ever seen.

"Hey guys." Bailey plastered a smile on her face, hiding the anger in her voice. She felt like plunging into the pool and drowning the bitch, but instead she made her way to a chair that had their towels on it. Resting on top was her cell phone. Quickly, she snatched the phone and flipped it open.

"What are you doing?" Tori exclaimed, swimming towards the edge of the pool.

All Bailey could think about during dinner was the connection between her and Jake. First, it was the fact that they were from the same town. And second, because of little Frankie. Bailey heard Tori's wet feet slapping on the concrete as she came closer to her. She quickly dialed Jake's number into her phone, instead of looking him up in her address book, and pressed 'call.'

"You touch me and I swear to God I'll kick your ass." Bailey pointed her finger out at Tori who stopped three feet in front of her.

"Then give me my phone!" she yelled with her hands on her hips. Joe was now out of the pool next to the three girls.

Bailey glanced down at the phone to read: Calling: Jake.

"You're unbelievable." Bailey hissed, her voice filled with venom. She tossed the phone to Joe before leaving the pool room.

2010-07-31T17:57:00.002-07:00

A week had passed and everything was going great. Everything between everyone was perfectly fine. Bailey and Tori had become pretty close, or so it had seemed, over the time spent together on their bus and during the shows. Tori knew about her and Joe; she thought it was the cutest thing. That made Bailey feel good, even if she got a little jealous of her sometimes. Everyone loved her.

Sarah was starting to warm up to her also. If her best friend could deal, so could she, even though she knew it'd be better with just the two of them.

"Hey J- Oh, sorry guys." Bailey said, walking into the JB dressing room about an hour before show time. Joe and Tori were sitting on the couch, looking to be having a serious conversation. Bailey faked a smile, gave a little wave, then walked out of the room, making sure the door was shut behind her.

She leaned against the wall by the door in the hallway and shut her eyes for a moment. She knew that nothing was going on between the two of them, but it still stung her to see him talking to another girl so closely like that. Yeah, they all became close on the long bus rides and deep conversations, but unknowingly, Bailey was intimidated by Tori. Tori was drop dead gorgeous. Her body was proportioned correctly, her hair and makeup was always perfect, she had something to say about everything. As much as Bailey hated the attention she received, she envied the girl. She couldn't even compete.

"Hey." the sound of Joe's soft voice made her eyes shoot open. He shut the dressing room door behind him and approached her.

"Hey." her voice cracked a little, but only enough for him to barely notice.

"Bails," he started.

"Joe, don't start. It's nothing." she blew him off, not wanting to get into it at that moment. She didn't have any reasons to back up how she was feeling and she wasn't ready to have a conversation about it. She was still trying to pull it together herself.

"Stop. Just talk to me." He looked down into her beautiful blue eyes between his shaggy, dark chunks of hair that clung to his forehead. He softly brushed a strand of her dark blonde hair out of her eyes as she stared up at him. "I can see it in your eyes. If you don't want me to talk to her, I won't." it was as if Joe read her mind, even though that's not what she was thinking; she wasn't even thinking at all.

"It's not that." she replied, looking away from his captivating stare. He was giving her the stare that could make her tell him anything. She wasn't ready to let her true feelings about Tori flow quite yet.

Knowing that Bailey didn't want to talk about it, Joe just pulled her towards his body and hugged her. Being in his arms made her feel a little better, even more so when he started to caress her back. She closed her eyes as her grip around his torso tightened; she didn't want to let him go.

Joe couldn't understand why she was acting like this all of a sudden. Earlier in the week she seemed fine, but now she couldn't even be in the same room and him and Tori. It felt as is she was giving up on him because a new girl was here. He hoped to God her feelings for him weren't fading because of it.

He then slowly began to pull away from her, only enough so he could get lost in her eyes. He liked her more than anything, but she didn't seem completely convinced. He noticed her eyes starting to tear up as he moved in for a kiss. Softy, their lips met. Bailey let her eyes close as Joe moved his hand to the back of her neck. It was a wonderful few seconds before his tongue trailed her bottom lip; he wanted in. Bailey stepped closer to him to deepen the kiss. His hand moved to her waist, pulling her even closer to his body. Her hands mischievously made their way up the back of his shirt, making the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He started to smile in the middle of their little make out session, causing her to smile also.

"Shhh." she whispered on his mouth, hoping he wouldn't begin to laugh. She reattached her lips to his before he had the chance.

"Joe!" Kevin yelled down the hall. "Oh, ha ha, sorry." he blushed after seeing them. Bailey pulled her lips away, then pressed her forehead against his chest. "Lockdown time, c'mon."

"C'mon." Joe smiled down at her as he grabbed her hand and started down the hallway. She didn't move.

"You go." she said, letting go of his hand. He tilted his head to the side in confusion. "It's your time with the boys. I'd ruin it. Go."

Bailey wasn't making any sense. "-But you're always there, what are you talking about?"

She shook her head, "Ross is just starting to eye us, that's all." she lied. "I'd just be a distraction." she gave him a weak smile before starting off down the hallway in the opposite direction, leaving Joe alone with his mind racing.

He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, closing his eyes as he leaned against the wall.

"You alright?" he looked up to see Tori approaching him from the dressing room. He nodded, then walked away to where Kevin was moments ago without a word. She smirked as she watched him trail down the hall, shaking his head.

"Joseph my man! Where've you been?" Alex, their drummer, asked once he closed the door behind him.

Joe faintly smiled, "I've been around."

"Sure looks like it." he smirked. "That new chick, Tori? Damn." Joe shook his head at that comment. "She totally digs you man."

"Ignore him." Greg, their bassist, stated. "He's going on two months."

"Two months of what?" Kevin asked, looking up at the group.

"Two months since he's gotten any. Ain't that right, Al?" Greg smirked.

"Hey guys, knock it off." John, their other guitarist, ordered. "You know I'm the one that's supposed to be making those comments.

"Well, maybe if you would've - "

"All of you, stop!" Nick exclaimed, causing everyone to shut up and stare at him. It was quite for a moment before he spoke. "Where's Bailey?" he asked, looking at his brother's expressionless face.

"She said she didn't want to be a distraction." Joe muttered before hopping up on the counter on the opposite side of the dull room. Everyone stared at him in disbelief.

"Is everything alright?" Kevin asked quietly. Joe shrugged his shoulders. "Don't sweat it man, maybe it's that time of the month or something."

The other guys replied with a few 'yeahs' and 'maybes' before Nick shattered the awkwardness that floated in the room with a few strums of his acoustic.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Bailey! Go get Joe, we're about to sing 'Happy Birthday!'" Kevin stated as people started to gather around the table in the meet and greet room. The cake on the table read 'Happy Birthday Sarah!'. Her best friend was finally turning 17.

"Joe?" she called down the empty hallway.

Without a response, she made her way to the dressing room. She opened the door to reveal Joe topless with Tori on top of him, straddling his waist. Silent tears slid down her face as she watched Tori kiss his lips, down his cheek and to his neck. She couldn't watch anymore as his hands slid up her legs. Uncontrollably, Bailey let out a sob, causing the two of them to look over at her. Instantly, Joe shot up from the couch and snatched his shirt. She received a beaming smirk from Tori as she straightened out her pants.

Joe approached her slowly, making Bailey step backwards with every step he took towards her. The tears fell harder from her face as her hands began to shake.

"Bails," he started.

"No, Joe." he reached out for her. "Joe, NO!" she screamed.

Bailey felt a pair of hands on her shoulders as she awakened. Quickly, she opened her eyes and sat up in her tiny bunk; she just had that horrible nightmare again.

"Hey, hey." Joe's soft voice tried to comfort her. "It was just a bad dream, shhh." he sat on the edge of her bunk and wrapped his arms around her. She squeezed her eyes shut as she leaned into his neck.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, pulling away. She was glad she hadn't stated crying, like the previous nights after that scene played in her mind.

"I didn't see you after the show last night and I was upset, so I told Ross I was crashing on your bus 'til we get to the hotel because you had already asleep when I got here after the meet and greet and I couldn't talk to you." he ranted. "We should be at the hotel in Miami in a few hours. Apparently, we're meeting up with my parents who are still in Florida on vacation. We have the next week off with them!"

"Sweet." she tried to smile and sound a little excited, but the image of Tori on top of him still played in her mind.

"You finally get to meet Frankie and my parents." he smiled at her, trying to lighten her up. She smiled, then wiped the sleep from her eyes. "Tell me what's on your mind." he stated simply. "I hate how you've been acting these past few days. Tell me what's wrong so I can try to fix it."

Bailey stared at him. "It's nothing."

"-And stop telling me it's nothing. Bails, just talk to me." he pleaded, grabbing her hand.

"It's just, I've been having this dream. . ." she trailed off, looking away from him. She tried to find the words to speak, but she chuckled instead. "Now I'm going to sound so pathetic."

"Hey guys. Joe, I didn't know you were here." Tori smiled as she walked past the bunks. Joe gave her a little wave before making her way to the back. Bailey's eyes followed her until she was out of sight.

"Oh, I think I get it." Joe said quietly, looking at Bailey's blank face.

"You can't even imagine."

"Then tell me so I can try." he said, then received a smack from her. "No, not like that." he rubbed his arm. "Just tell me what it was about."

"Basically you two were seconds away from going at it, until I walked it." Bailey replied flatly. "I know it was just a dream, but it still hurt to see it, even if it wasn't real."

"You know I wouldn't do that. . ." he stated, then rubbed her hand with his thumb.

"I know, I know. It's just - " she stammered.

"I get it, really. If I had a dream like that about you, I'd be acting a little different too." he spoke the truth.

"I just feel so childish now, getting upset about something that's not even real. Sorry. . ." she looked down. "I don't know, it's just, I started getting these negative vibes, then I just over-thought everything. I made assumptions when I shouldn't have. . ."

"I'd never hurt you, believe me. I like you way too much." he moved in closer to her face and lightly kissed her on the cheek. She blinked slowly, then smiled.

"I can't wait to meet Frankie." she exclaimed, feeling a little better than she had the night before. "Let's just forget about this, ok?" she asked, he nodded. She smiled, then leaned in and kissed him.

- - - - -

Bailey paced back and forth on the bus as Sarah and Tori sat on the couch making fun of her.

"This isn't funny, I'm so friggin' nervous." she whined, then stopped and felt her cheeks. "Am I red?"

Tori laughed, "No, you look fine. Just chill out and breathe."

Just then, Joe finally came out of the bathroom from taking his shower. Instantly, the room was soaked with his aroma. Bailey thought she was going to pass out from his lovely scent.

"Babe, are you alright?" he chuckled, approaching her and putting the back of his hand up to her forehead. "You look a little pale."

"I'm good." she lied, then grabbed his hand and put it in front of her.

"Bails, they're going to love you, believe me." he assured her. "Frankie is going to be attached to your leg once he meets you."

"HEY!" Nick jumped up behind them. "We're here. Woah, Bailey. Are you ok?"

"She's nervous about meeting your parents." Tori said, still amused.

"I don't think I've ever seen her so nerve wrecked." Sarah added, receiving a glare from Bailey.

Nick laughed, "You'll be -"

"Fine, I know." she finished. "That's what I'm told. That still doesn't change this ugly feeling in my stomach." Bailey informed, then put her hand on her stomach.

"Bail, if Joe can get past your dad, I think you'll be ok." Sarah tried to cheer her up. Joe nodded at her comment.

"Your dad loved me." he smiled cheekily, Bailey elbowed him. He knew he wasn't going to get away with another comment assuring her that she'd be fine meeting his parents, so instead he commented on her appearance. "You look great by the way." Bailey was wearing a pair of black, silver pinstriped Dickie shorts that were cut off at her knees, with a simple white tank top and Converse. She looked a Joe oddly. "Come on." he grabbed her hand and lead her off the buss after Nick. Sarah and Tori followed eventually.